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My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read, / 'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large / Down in the meadow, where is richer feed, / And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
Plutarch was good, and so was Homer too, / Our Shakespeare's life were rich to live again, / What Plutarch read, that was not good nor true, / Nor Shakespeare's books, unless his books were men.