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AFter so long
a race as I haue run
Through Faery land, which those
six books co[m]pile
giue leaue to rest me being
halfe fordonne,
and gather to my selfe new breath
awhile.
Then as a steed refreshed after toyle,
out of my prison I will breake anew:
and stoutly
will that second worke assoyle,
with strong endeuour
and attention dew.
Till then giue leaue to me in
pleasant mew,
to sport my muse and sing my loues
sweet praise:
the contemplation of whose heauenly
hew,
my spirit to an higher pitch will rayse.
But let her prayses yet be low and meane,
fit for
the handmayd of the Faery Queene.
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