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“Wouldst in my roll of foes thyself enrol? To back the stronger is not bravely done! Wouldst steal my lib’eral heart that was so whole? Loose it me then, the faster thou shalt run! Burdens thee not this Soul, my mesquin Soul, which in those threads of glancing gold bespun, tangled thou bearest? or thus won the prize, hast lightened Fortune which so heavy lies?