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## Overview
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## Context
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## Contents
The section contains a poem, identified by the number 85, which discusses the unique praise due to the subject, suggesting that simply acknowledging their existence is sufficient to dignify any story. It explores the idea that nature has made the subject so clear and perfect that merely copying their essence would bring admiration to the writer. The poem also touches on the subject's fondness for praise, which paradoxically diminishes the value of that praise.
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- ## 85
Who is it that foyes moft, which can fay more,
Then this rich praiffe, that you alone, are you,
In whofe confine immured is the ftore,
Which fhould example where your equall grew,
Leane penurie within that Pen doth dwell,
F a
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# SHAKE-SPEARES
That to his subject lends not some small glory,
But he that writes of you, if he can tell,
That you are you, so dignifies his story.
Let him but coppy what in you is writ,
Not making worse what nature made so cleere,
And such a counter-part shall fame his wit,
Making his stile admired every where.
You to your beautious blessings adde a curse,
Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.
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