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Sonnet. 2. Enuy and Honour.
Could Enuy dye, if Honour were deceast?
She could not liue, for Honour's Enuie's food:
She liues by sucking of the Noble blood,
And scales the loftie top of Fames high Crest.
Base thoughts compacted in the abiect brest,
The Meager Monster doth nor harme, nor good:
But like the wane, or waxe, of ebbe or flood,
She shunnes as what her gorge doth most detest,
Where heau'n-bred honour in the Noble minde,
From out the Cauerns of the brest proceeds:
There hell-borne Enuy shewes her hellish kind,
And Vulturlike vpon their actions feeds.
But here's the ods, that Honour's tree shall grow,
When Enuie's rotten stump shall burne in woe.
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