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And them so large, meerely for show, and light;Concludes, it tooke lesse care, of Day, than Night.Since thou art safe, those Numbers will be lost,Which I laid up, to mourne thee as a Ghost:Unlesse I spend them on some Tragick Tale,Which Lovers shall beleeve, and then bewaile:Next Terme, prepare thee for the Theater!And untill then, reserve thy skilfull Eare;For I will sing imagin'd Tragedie,'Till Fates repent their essence is so highFrom passion rays'd; 'cause they can ne're obtaineTo taste the griefs, which gentle Poets feigne.

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