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Epigram. XVII.
[I tooke the wall, one thrust me rudely by]
I tooke the wall, one thrust me rudely by;And told me the high-way did open lie:
I thankt him that he did me so much grace,
To take the worse, leaue me the better place.
For if by th'owners we esteeme of things,
The wall's a subiect's; but the way's the Kings.
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