And to enioy the gyftes that fortune gaue.
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And though my pompe surpast all prelates nowe,
And like a prince I liu’d and pleasure tooke:
That was not sure so great a blur in browe,
If on my workes indiffrent eyes doe looke:
I thought great scorne such liuings heare to brooke,
Except I built some howses for the poore,
And order tooke to gieue great almes at doore.
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