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THE TURN	A
Brave infant of Saguntum clear	B
Thy coming forth in that great year	B
When the prodigious Hannibal did crown	C
His rage with razing your immortal town	C
Thou looking then about	D
Ere thou wert half got out	D
Wise child didst hastily return	A
And mad'st thy mother's womb thine urn	A
How summ'd a circle didst thou leave mankind	E
Of deepest lore could we the centre find	E
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THE COUNTER TURN	A
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Did wiser nature draw thee back	F
From out the horror of that sack	F
Where shame faith honour and regard of right	G
Lay trampled on The deeds of death and night	G
Urg'd hurried forth and hurl'd	H
Upon th' affrighted world	H
Sword fire and famine with fell fury met	I
And all on utmost ruin set	I
As could they but life's miseries foresee	J
No doubt all infants would return like thee	J
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THE STAND	K
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For what is life if measur'd by the space	L
Not by the act	M
Or masked man if valu'd by his face	L
Above his fact	M
Here's one outliv'd his peers	N
And told forth fourscore years	N
He vexed time and busied the whole state	O
Troubled both foes and friends	P
But ever to no ends	P
What did this stirrer but die late	O
How well at twenty had he fall'n or stood	Q
For three of his four score he did no good	Q
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THE TURN	A
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He enter'd well by virtuous parts	R
Got up and thriv'd with honest arts	R
He purchas'd friends and fame and honours then	S
And had his noble name advanc'd with men	S
But weary of that flight	G
He stoop'd in all men's sight	G
To sordid flatteries acts of strife	T
And sunk in that dead sea of life	T
So deep as he did then death's waters sup	U
But that the cork of title buoy'd him up	U
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THE COUNTER TURN	A
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Alas but Morison fell young	V
He never fell thou fall'st my tongue	V
He stood a soldier to the last right end	W
A perfect patriot and a noble friend	W
But most a virtuous son	X
All offices were done	X
By him so ample full and round	Y
In weight in measure number sound	Y
As though his age imperfect might appear	B
His life was of humanity the sphere	B
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THE STAND	K
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Go now and tell out days summ'd up with fears	N
And make them years	N
Produce thy mass of miseries on the stage	Z
To swell thine age	Z
Repeat of things a throng	A2
To show thou hast been long	A2
Not liv'd for life doth her great actions spell	B2
By what was done and wrought	C2
In season and so brought	C2
To light her measures are how well	B2
Each syllabe answer'd and was form'd how fair	D2
These make the lines of life and that's her air	D2
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THE TURN	A
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It is not growing like a tree	J
In bulk doth make men better be	J
Or standing long an oak three hundred year	B
To fall a log at last dry bald and sear	B
A lily of a day	E2
Is fairer far in May	E2
Although it fall and die that night	G
It was the plant and flower of light	G
In small proportions we just beauties see	J
And in short measures life may perfect be	J
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THE COUNTER TURN	A
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Call noble Lucius then for wine	F2
And let thy looks with gladness shine	F2
Accept this garland plant it on thy head	G2
And think nay know thy Morison's not dead	G2
He leap'd the present age	Z
Possest with holy rage	Z
To see that bright eternal day	E2
Of which we priests and poets say	E2
Such truths as we expect for happy men	S
And there he lives with memory and Ben	S
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THE STAND	K
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Jonson who sung this of him ere he went	H2
Himself to rest	I2
Or taste a part of that full joy he meant	H2
To have exprest	H2
In this bright asterism	E2
Where it were friendship's schism	E2
Were not his Lucius long with us to tarry	J
To separate these twi	J2
Lights the Dioscuri	J
And keep the one half from his Harry	J
But fate doth so alternate the design	F2
Whilst that in heav'n this light on earth must shine	F2
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THE TURN	A
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And shine as you exalted are	J
Two names of friendship but one star	J
Of hearts the union and those not by chance	K2
Made or indenture or leas'd out t' advance	K2
The profits for a time	E2
No pleasures vain did chime	E2
Of rhymes or riots at your feasts	L2
Orgies of drink or feign'd protests	M2
But simple love of greatness and of good	H2
That knits brave minds and manners more than blood	H2
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THE COUNTER TURN	A
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This made you first to know the why	J2
You lik'd then after to apply	J2
That liking and approach so one the t'other	J
Till either grew a portion of the other	J
Each styled by his end	H2
The copy of his friend	H2
You liv'd to be the great surnames	N2
And titles by which all made claims	N2
Unto the virtue nothing perfect done	X
But as a Cary or a Morison	X
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THE STAND	H2
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And such a force the fair example had	H2
As they that saw	O2
The good and durst not practise it were glad	H2
That such a law	O2
Was left yet to mankind	H2
Where they might read and find	H2
Friendship indeed was written not in words	P2
And with the heart not pen	S
Of two so early men	S
Whose lines her rolls were and records	Q2
Who ere the first down bloomed on the chin	R2
Had sow'd these fruits and got the harvest in	R2

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