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Edmund Spenser

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A monster, which the Blatant beast men call,
A dreadfull feend of gods and men ydrad.
Canto 12, stanza 37.

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Timon will to the woods; where he shall find
The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.
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The Athenians both within and out that wall!
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To the whole race of mankind, high and low!

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That I may reduce the monster to
Myself, and then may be myself
In face of the monster, be more than part
Of it, more than the monstrous player of
One of its monstrous lutes, not be
Alone, but reduce the monster and be,
Two things, the two together as one,
And play of the monster and of myself,
Or better not of myself at all,
But of that as its intelligence,
Being the lion in the lute
Before the lion locked in stone.

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