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Unformatted text preview: Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him like him, with friends possessed, Desiring this mans art, and that mans scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of a day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heavens gate; For thy sweet love remembred such wealth brings, That then scorn to change my state with kings....
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