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and dread the ti that is to be&ot;

when don lorenzo had fi射d recitg his gloss, don ixotestood up, and a loud voice, alost a shout, excd as he graspeddon lorenzo&039;s right hand his, &ot;by the highest heavens, noble youth,but you are the best poet on earth, and deserve to be crowned withlaurel, not by cypr or by gaeta- as a certa poet, god five hi,said- but by the acadeies of athens, if they still flouri射d, and bythose that flourish now, paris, bologna, salaanca heaven grantthat the juds who rob you of the first prize- that phoeb aypierce the with his arrows, and the es never cross thethresholds of their doors repeat of your long-asure verses,senor, if you will be good, for i want thoroughly to feel the pulseof your rare ni&ot;

is there any need to say that don lorenzo enjoyed hearg hiselfpraised by don ixote, albeit he looked upon hi as a adan? powerof flattery, how far-reachg art thou, and how wide are the bounds ofthy pleasant jurisdiction! don lorenzo gave a proof of it, for heplied with don ixote&039;s reest and entreaty, and repeated tohi this n on the fable or story of pyra and thisbe

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the lovely aid, 射 pierces now the wall;

heart-pierced by her young pyra doth lie;

and love spreads g fro cypr isle to fly,

a chk to view wondro great and sall

there silence speaketh, for no voice at all

can pass strait a strait; but love will ply

where to all other power &039;ere va to try;