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Epigr. 40. Ad Lectorem.
How quickly doth the Reader passe away,My pens long taske and trauaile of the day?
Foure lines, which hold me tug an hower or twaine
He sups vp with a breath and takes no paine.
Yet vse me well Reader, which to procure
Thy one short pleasure, two long paines endure:
The one of writing when it is begonne:
Th' other of shame, if't please not when tis done.
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