If not to stay, to qualifie my fall.
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High their regard, yet higher was their hap,
Well neere quite sunke, recouer me that could,
And once more get me into fortune’s lap,
Which well my selfe might teach me there to hold,
Escap’d out of so dangerous a trap,
Whose praise by me to ages shall be told,
As the two props by which I only rose,
When most supprest, most trod on by my foes.