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But words came halting forth, wanting Invention's stay; Invention, Nature's
child, fled step-dame Study's blows? Biting my truant
pen, beating myself for spite, 'Fool,'said my muse
to me; 'look in thy heart, and write.'
1591Astrophel and Stella, sonnet1.
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