No princely pomp, no wealthy store, No force to win the
victory, No wily wit to
salve a sore, No shape to feed
each gazing eye; To none of these I
yield as thrall. For why my mind
doth serve for all.
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Patience is sorrow's salve.
Patience, sorrow's, salve
salve, magna parens.
Salve, magna, parens
salve to thy sores, apt words have power to suage The tumours of a
troubl'd mind, And are as Balm to
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