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Thus ornament is but the _guiled_ shore To a most dangerous sea, the beauteous scarfe Vailing an Indian _beautie_; In a word, The seeming truth which cunning times put on To intrap the wisest. Therefore then, thou gaudie gold, Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee, Nor none of thee, thou _pale_ and common drudge Tweene man and man; but thou, thou meager lead, Which rather threatnest than doth promise ought, Thy palenesse moves me more than eloquence, And here choose I, joy be the consequence.