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Epigr. 35.
Antiquitie, of learning holding deareMade vawtes, and goodly shrines to close it in.
And raisde her stately pillars yeare by yeare.
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Our age hath razd those goodly moniments.
And pearst the temples where the muses lay,
To all succeeding times astonishment.
Digging for ignorance out of their clay.
Yet spare that little which is not defast,
While her decayes doe suffer her to stand:
You which that ritch and pretious balme do wast,
Which did so sweetly smell in all our land:
And for your Prince, and countries sake relent.
Yours is the sinne, thers is the punishment.
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