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Where I thought[835] to saue, most part did I spill,
For good hap with mee was alway at warre:
The linage of Yorke whom I bare so ill,
By my spite became bright as the morning starre,[836]
Thus somewhiles men make when faine they would mar,
The more yee lop trees the greater they growe,
The more ye stop streames, the higher they flowe.
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