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Poem by Thomas Urquhart
Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 6. That overweening impedeth oftentimes the per∣fectioning of the very same qualitie, wee are proudest of
FOnd selfe-conceit likes never to permit Ones mind, to see it selfe with upright eyes; Whence many men might have attain'd to wit, Had they not thought themselves already wise: To boast of wisedome then, is foolishnesse; For while we thinke, we're wise: we're nothing lesse.
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