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What May hath vow'd, if August truely payes
 What tongue or pen ( Calthorp ) can reach thy prayse
Then let no harmeful blasts those blossomes kill,
 Let no affection ere mis-lead thy will.
Be wise, and good, let death long stand aloofe:
 And let thy mind be chance, and danger proofe.
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