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Be aware of When and Where and Why these words were written.
Put yourself in the place of this Mighty figure fallen then from Grace,
Should be so badly treated, but then his Poetic Seeds so planted then,
should be going on Forever.
Go, soul, the body's guest,Upon a thankless errand;Fear not to touch the best;The truth shall be thy warrant:Go, since I needs must die,And give the world the lie.Say to the court, it glowsAnd shines like rotten wood;