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COURT FAVOUR.


Dazzled with the height of place,
While our hopes our wits beguile,
No man marks the narrow space
Between a prison and a smile.
Then since fortune's favours fade,
You that in her arms do sleep,
Learn to swim and not to wade,
For the hearts of kings are deep.
But if greatness be so blind,
As to trust in tow'rs of air,
Let it be with goodness joyn'd,
That at least the fall be fair.

LORD BACON.

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HONESTY.


An honest soul is like a ship at sea,
That sleeps at anchor upon the occasion's calm;