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Whose noble praiseDeserves a quill pluckt from an angel's wing.
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Beneath the rule of men entirely greatThe pen is mightier than the sword.
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The pen wherewith thou dost so heavenly singMade of a quill from an angel's wing.
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The pen is mightier than the sword.
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The swifter hand doth the swift words outrun:Before the tongue hath spoke the hand hath done.
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For what made that in glory shine so longBut poets' Pens, pluckt from Archangels' wings?
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The pen became a clarion.
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The sacred Dove a quill did lendFrom her high-soaring wing.
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You write with ease, to show your breeding, But easy writing's curst hard reading.
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