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 first I read thy Book, methought each word Seem'd a short Dagger, and each line a Sword. Where Women, Men; Good, Bad; Rich, Poore—all dy: That needs must prove a fatal Tragedy. But when I find, whom I so late saw slain In thy first Book, in this revive again, I cannot but with others much admire In humane shape a more than earthly Fire. So when Prometheus did inform this Clay, He stole his Fire from heaven. What shall I say? First for to Kill, and then to life restore, This Sutlin did: the Gods can do no more.