Stand Whoso List Stand whoso list upon the slipper top Of court’s estates, and let me here rejoice; And use me quiet without let or stop, Unknown in court, that hath such brackish joys: In hidden place, so let my days forth pass, That when my years be done, withouten noise, I may die agèd after the common trace, For him death gripeth right hard by the crope That is much known of other; and of himself alas, Doth die unknown, dazed with dreadful face. |
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