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My Lordes wise wittall Martins thinke,
Your Lordships flie to hie:
Keepe on your flight aloft as yet,
Lest Martins come too nie.

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For were your winges a little clipt,
They soone would plucke the rest:
And then the place too high for you.
Would be pure Martins nest.