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O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
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The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword.
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The expectancy and rose of the fair state, the glass of fashion and the mould of form; the observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
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And I, of ladies most deject and wretched that suck'd the honey of his music vows
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Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh
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That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth, blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me, to have seen what I have seen, see what I see!