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But whil’st we striue too suddenly to rise
By flattring princes with a seruill tong,
And being soothers to their tyrannies,
Worke out more[2098] woes by what doth many wrong,
And vnto others tending iniuries,
Vnto our selues it hapneth oft among,
In our own snares vnluckily are caught,
Whil’st our attempts fall instantly to naught.
121.