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The Clasp.
When I did write this Book, I took great pains;
For I did walk, and think, and break my Brains;
My thoughts run out of breath, then down did lye,
And panted with short Wind, like those that Dye;
When time had given them but some ease and strength,
Then up they'ld get and run another length;
Sometimes I kept them to a stricter Diet,
And made them Fast with ease, and rest, and quiet,
That they might run again with swifter speed,
And by this course new Fancies they did breed:
But I do fear they're not so Good to please;
Yet now they're out, my Brain is more at ease.
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