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So many worlds, so much to do, / So little done, such things to be, / How know I what had need of thee, / For thou wert strong as thou wert true?
The fame is quench'd that I foresaw, / The head hath miss'd an earthly wreath: / I curse not nature, no, nor death; / For nothing is that errs from law.