12. TO HIS BOOK

Go thou forth, my book, though late,

Yet be timely fortunate.

It may chance good luck may send

Thee a kinsman or a friend,

That may harbour thee, when I

With my fates neglected lie.

If thou know'st not where to dwell,

See, the fire's by.--Farewell!

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