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Section 527
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1Ophe.
2My honor'd Lord, I know right well you did,
3And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd,
4As made the things more rich, then perfume left:
5Take these againe, for to the Noble minde
6Rich gifts wax poore, when giuers proue vnkinde.
7There my Lord.