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LYCE .

G O , said old Lyce, senseless lover go,
And with soft verses court the fair; but know,
With all thy verses, thou canst get no more
Than fools without one verse have had before.
Enrag'd at this, upon the hawd I flew;
And that which most enrag'd me, was, 'twas true.
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