From those that seem’d to threaten his offence.
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Thus with my chiefest foe my peace I made,
And when I sensiblie felt nature’s waste,
To friends about me such like words I said:
Quoth I: “Come neere, and since all hope is past
Of longer life, whose line long cannot last,
Attend my words, and witnesse after death,
What in my will I to the world bequeath.
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