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Michael Drayton - Sonnet XIV: If He From Heav`n
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If he from Heav`n that filch`d that living fire 
Condemn`d by Jove to endless torment be, 
I greatly marvel how you still go free 
That far beyond Prometheus did aspire. 
The fire he stole, although of heav`nly kind, 
Which from above he craftily did take, 
Of lifeless clods us living men to make, 
He did bestow in temper of the mind; 
But you broke into Heav`n`s immortal store, 
Where Virtue, Honor, Wit, and Beauty lay, 
Which taking thence you have escap`d away, 
Yet stand as free as e`er you did before; 
Yet old Prometheus punish`d for his rape. 
Thus poor thieves suffer when the greater `scape.
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