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On Cleombrotus.
Soon as Cleombrotus th'Ambraciot readGrave Plato's Phædo that discours'd how dead
This life is; after which the soul should be
Cloath'd with a robe of Immortalitie.
Mistaking him; himself did fondly drown,
And cryd thus chang'd my crook is for a Crown.
Alas! poor blind deceived Mortal? he
Made too much hast to Immortalitie:
Who'd take by force what may be giv'n him? since
Heav'n ne'r was purchas'd by such violence?
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