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Shut not your doors to me proud libraries,
For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet
Needed most, i bring,
Forth from the war emerging, a book i have made,
The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing,
A book separate, not link'd with the rest nor felt by the intellect,
But you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page.