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Wee all appear'd; no man gave breath to thought;But like to silent Traytors in a Vault,Digg'd on our way; or as wee Traytors wereT'our selves, and jealous of each others Eare:And as i'th Worlds great Showre, some that did spie(Hors'd on the Plaines) Rivers, and Seas draw nigh;Spurr'd on apace; in feare all lost their time,That could not reach a ground where they might climbe;So wee did never thinke us safe, untillWee had attain'd the Top o'th first high Hill:And now it cleer'd: so to my travail'd Eie,Lookes a round yellow Dane, when he doth spieNeere to his puissant Arme, a Bowle so full,That it may fill his Bladder, and his Skull,As Phebus at this moysture falne; who laught;To see such plenty for his mornings draught:But like Chamelions Colours that decayBut seemingly to give new colours way;So our false griefs, had not themselves outworne,But step'd aside, to vary in returne.Beare witnesse World! for now my tir'd Horse stood,As I, a Vaulter were, and himselfe Wood:

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