Heralds can foist a name into the line?
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They ask you blessing but for what you have, }
But, once possessed of what with care you save, }
The wanton boys would piss upon your grave. }
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Your sons of latitude, that court your grace, }
Though most resembling you in form and face, }
Are far the worst of your pretended race; }
And, but I blush your honesty to blot,