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But my cleere mettle had that powerfull heat,
As it not turn’d with all that fortune could:
Nor when the world me terriblest did threat,
Could that place win[2011] which my hie thoughts did hold,
That waxed still more prosperously great,
The more the world me stroue to haue control’d,
On my owne columnes constantly to stand,
Without the false helpe of another’s hand.
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