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## Overview
This is a section, labeled "79", extracted from the text file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). It consists of a poem numbered 79, and is part of the chapter "# SHAKES-PRARES" within a larger poetry collection. The section spans lines 11669-11691 of the source file.
## Context
The section is part of the chapter "# SHAKES-PRARES" [01KG6S4CPZP73GPBKD2240HQV8], which is contained in the file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). This file was assembled from numerous PDF pages and processed using a structure extraction lambda function. The section is also part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection, a network test managed by user [01KDZS52M5F9XS0ZPZQQXGPC9A]. The previous section is labeled "78" [01KG6S5JXJ4QJGHTJ9WQAEZJAF], and the subsequent section is labeled "80" [01KG6S5JXMWV4Y5Y5GKESJEMZE].
## Contents
The section contains a poem, labeled as "79", which discusses themes of poetic inspiration and the relationship between the poet and his subject. The poem explores the idea of the poet borrowing virtues and beauty from the subject, suggesting that any praise given is ultimately a reflection of the subject's own qualities.
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- 79
W Hilst I alone did call vpon thy ayde,
My verse alone had all thy genrie grace,
But now my gracious numbers are decayde,
And my sick Muse doth glue an other place.
I grant (sweet loue) thy louely argument
Deserues the trauaile of a wortnier pen,
Yet what of thee thy Poet doth inuent,
He robs thee of, and payes it thee againe,
F He
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# SHAKE-SPEAKERS
He lends thee vertue, and he stole that word,
From thy behauiour, beautie doth he giue
And found it in thy checker: he can afford
No praise to thee, but what in thee doth flue.
Then thanks him not for that which he doth say,
Since what he owes thee, thou thy selfe doost pay.
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- 79