Resignation  of  a  Teacher 
Thirty  sunsets  gone  hither  down
Since  a  notice  to  thee  given.
Fair  doth  it  seem  as  hint  ere
To  superiors  as  condition  prior
The  bond  with  me  none  holds  thou
And  free  as  a  bird  I  fly  now
Grace  to  all, my  words  not  suffice
For  favours  got  in  measures  thrice
Thus, I  depart, a  low, poor  tutor
To  yonder  places, of  prospects  fairer.                
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