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DORUS O glittering miseries of man, if this be the fortune Of those fortunes’ lulls? so small rests, rest in a kingdom? What marvel tho’ a prince transform himself to a pastor? Come from marble bowers many times the gay harbour of anguish, Unto a silly caban, thought weak, yet stronger against woes. Now by the words I begin, most famous lady, to gather Comfort into my soul, I do find what a blessing Is chanced to my life, that from such muddy abundance Of carking agonies, to states which still be …