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How can I believe that since the world began
In every shipwreck none have drowned but rogues?
And how can I, born in evil days[1]
And fresh from failure,[2] ask a kindness of Fate?
Often I fear that these un-talented limbs
Will be laid at last in an un-named grave!

  1. Of civil war.
  2. Alluding to his renewed banishment.
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