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world bitter to the best of our times: keepes our Fortunes from
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vs, till our oldnesse cannot rellish them. I begin to finde an idle
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and fond bondage, in the oppression of aged tyranny, who sw ayes
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not as it hath power, but as it is suffer'd. Come to me, that of
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this I may speake more. If our Father would sleepe till I wak'd
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him, you should enioy halfe his Reuennew for euer, and liue the
Glou.reads. hand to write this? A heart and braine to breede it in?