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I think Nature hath lost the mould
Where she her shape did take;
Or else I doubt read more

I think Nature hath lost the mould
Where she her shape did take;
Or else I doubt if Nature could
So fair a creature make.

Laurel crowned Horatius
True, how true the saying,
Swift as wind flies over us
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Laurel crowned Horatius
True, how true the saying,
Swift as wind flies over us
Time devouring, slaying.
[Lat., Lauriger Horatius
Quam dixisti verum;
Fugit curo citius
Tempus edax rerum.]

Oft he that doth abide
Is cause of his own paine,
But he that flieth in good read more

Oft he that doth abide
Is cause of his own paine,
But he that flieth in good tide
Perhaps may fight again.

Odd instances of strange coincidence.

Odd instances of strange coincidence.

But Bellenden we needs must praise,
Who as down the stairs she jumps
Sings o'er the hill read more

But Bellenden we needs must praise,
Who as down the stairs she jumps
Sings o'er the hill and far away,
Despising doleful dumps.
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