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76. To God .
If thou shouldst strike a blow for every slippThat mortalls make, or spurre for every tripp,
Within a moments space, here would be found
No place left free t'inflict an other wound:
Hackneys and spur-gall'd Iades would happier be,
And in condition, better farre, then Wee.
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