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EPIGRAM: 31, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Within my breast I never thought it gain
Last Line: That list to blow retreat to every train.
Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas
Subject(s): Freedom; Pain; Truth; Liberty; Suffering; Misery


Within my breast I never thought it gain
Of gentle mind the freedom for to lose;
Nor in my heart sank never such disdain
To be a forger, faults for to disclose;
Nor I cannot endure the truth to gloss,
To set a gloss upon an earnest pain;
Nor I am not in number one of those
That list to blow retreat to every train.





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