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The Copie of a Letter written upon occasion to the Earle of Pembrooke Lo: Chamberlaine
My Lord
p. 554
Soe subiect to the worser fame
Are even the best that clayme a Poets name:
Especially poore they that serve the stage
Though worthily in this Verse-halting Age.
And that dread curse soe heavie yet doth lie
Wch the wrong'd Fates falne out wth Mercurie