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And my swol'n eyes run o'er, to think this worth This fuller honor than the whole Court holds Should be ridiculous to knaves & fools, This excellent man, this morning in the presence did I see wrong'd; before the emperor Scorned & despis'd, because he could not cringe nor plant his feet as some of them do.-- There is a kind of mournful eloquence In [[deletion]] thy [[/deletion]] dumb greif which shames all clam'rous sorrow The weak, the fond, the mild, the doting woman Dares not look forth, -- but runs about my breast And visits all the warmer mansions there Where she so oft has harbour'd false Varanes
