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 Fall in a frost, and leave his print in snow, As soone as the sun shines,it ever melts, Both forme, and matter: I have ever thought Nature doth nothing so great, for great men, As when she's pleas'd, to make them Lords of truth: "Integrity of life, is fames best friend, Which noblely (beyond Death) shall crowne the end.