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13. To Mr. Tho. Harper a Printer.
You Printers, and the Stationers do raiseUnto your selves a fame, if not a praise:
For be the Authour what he will, you give
Stamps of your Names on's Book, and with him live.
But if Errata's you prevent, you raise
Not onely to your selves a Fame, but praise.
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