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Sir, how
unravell'd is the golden fleece:
Men, that could only
fool at FOX AND GEESE,
Are new-made polititians by
thy book,
And both can judge and conquer with a look.
The hidden fate of princes you unfold;
Court, clergy,
commons, by your law control'd.
Strange, serious
wantoning all that they
Bluster'd and clutter'd for,
you PLAY.
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