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In my hearts empire, seeHow he rides spitefully,Rides with imperious willTo ravage, and to kill!No heart is there, but brightGleameth in that moons light;A thousand mirrors, see!Reflect his coquetry.To each hand he bath wonTen realms of Solomon,Yet gambles with it allTo gain a poor, mean thrall.The hearts of sucb as knowSwift be assaults; but lo:Before the unwise, unskilled,He casteth down his shield.