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To forge to mightie Ioue
The thunder-bolts aboue,
Nor on this round below
Rich Midas' skill to know,
And make all gold I touch,
I doe not craue, nor other cunning such:
For all those artes bee vnderneath the skie,
I wish but Phillis' lapidare to bee.
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