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WYATT TO POINS, IN PRAISE OF LIBERTY.

To crawle in courtes is bondage harde!
For who y chooseth chaines I wot?
Yet some, for pleasures of rewarde,
Will flatter—and blow colde and hot.
But Liberty will I emplore,
Though Poverty knock at my doore.
What be our wants?—some thinges, not all.
Contentment lyeth not in heaps;
Who hath a little field, though small,
It grete is, if enough he reaps.
Then Liberty will I emplore,
Though Poverty knock at my doore.