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Tired with | all these,| for rest|ful death | I
cry,
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As to | behold | desert | a beg|gar born,
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And need|y noth|ing trimmed | in jol|lity,
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And pur|est faith | unhap|pily | forsworn,
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And gild|ed hon|or shame|fully | misplaced,
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And maid|en vir|tue rude|ly strump|eted,
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And right | perfec|tion wrong|fully | disgraced,
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And strength | by limp|ing sway | disab|led,
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And art | made tongue-tied | by author|ity,
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And fol|ly (doc|tor-like)| control|ling skill
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And simp|le truth | miscalled | simplic|ity,
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And cap|tive good | attend|ing cap|tain ill.
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Tired with | all* these,| from these | would I |
be gone; ??
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Save that to die,| I leave | my love | alone.