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Small type of great ones that do hum	A
Within this whole world's narrow room	B
That with a busie hollow noise	C
Catch at the people's vainer voice	D
And with spread sails play with their breath	E
Whose very hails new christen death	E
Poor Fly caught in an airy net	F
Thy wings have fetter'd now thy feet	G
Where like a Lyon in a toyl	H
Howere thou keep'st a noble coyl	H
And beat'st thy gen'rous breast that o're	I
The plains thy fatal buzzes rore	I
Till thy all bellyd foe round elf	J
Hath quarter'd thee within himself	J
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Was it not better once to play	I
I' th' light of a majestick ray	I
Where though too neer and bold the fire	I
Might sindge thy upper down attire	I
And thou i' th' storm to loose an eye	K
A wing or a self trapping thigh	K
Yet hadst thou fal'n like him whose coil	H
Made fishes in the sea to broyl	H
When now th'ast scap'd the noble flame	L
Trapp'd basely in a slimy frame	L
And free of air thou art become	A
Slave to the spawn of mud and lome	A
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Nor is't enough thy self do's dresse	D
To thy swoln lord a num'rous messe	D
And by degrees thy thin veins bleed	M
And piecemeal dost his poyson feed	M
But now devour'd art like to be	N
A net spun for thy familie	H
And straight expanded in the air	I
Hang'st for thy issue too a snare	I
Strange witty death and cruel ill	H
That killing thee thou thine dost kill	H
Like pies in whose entombed ark	O
All fowl crowd downward to a lark	O
Thou art thine en'mies' sepulcher	I
And in thee buriest too thine heir	I
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Yet Fates a glory have reserv'd	P
For one so highly hath deserv'd	P
As the rhinoceros doth dy	P
Under his castle enemy	N
As through the cranes trunk throat doth speed	P
The aspe doth on his feeder feed	P
Fall yet triumphant in thy woe	Q
Bound with the entrails of thy foe	Q

Richard Lovelace

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