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1. As deadly serpents lurking,
So envy lyeth working,
Still to disgrace those men,
Which do strive by virtue's fame
To augment their height of name,
By labour, art and pen.
2. But let all carping Momi,
And idle foolish Zoili,
Whatsoe'er they will report,
I put myself in venture
To judgement's learned censure
And men of better sort.
