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To take the one the other, by some chance,
Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy :
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
Sweet prince, the untainted virtue of your years
Than of his outward show; which, God he knows,
Nature hath fram'd strange fellows in her time:
That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile,
And you, good yeomen,
Whose limbs were made in England, shew us here The mettle of your pasture: let us swear
That you are worth your breeding, which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
END OF PART THE FIRST.
SHACKELL AND ARROWSMITH, JOHNSON'S-COURT.
THE BRITISH POETS.
IN THREE PARTS.
PART THE SECOND.
BY THE AUTHOR OF
THE PEERAGE AND BARONETAGE CHARTS, &c. &c. &c.
G. AND W. B. WHITTAKER,
AVE MARIA LANE.