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You Princes all and noble men beware of pride,
And carefull will to warre for Kingdome’s sake,
By mee, that set my selfe aloft the world to guide,
Beware what bloudsheds you doe vndertake:
Ere three and twenty wounds had made my hart to quake,
What thousands fell for Pompey’s pride and mine?
Of Pompey’s life that cut the vital line,
Myselfe haue told what fate I found in fine.[888]
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