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Of the meane and sure estate.
Stond who so list vpon the slipper whele,Of hye astate and let me here reioyce.
And vse my life in quietnesse eche dele,
Unknowen in court that hath the wanton toyes.
And when my yeres be past withouten noyce
Let me dye olde after the common trace
For gripes of death doth he to hardly passe
That knowen is to all: but to him selfe alas,
He dyeth vnknowen, dased with dreadfull face.
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