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LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
My friend, the things that do attain
Out of the poisonous East,
When night falls on the earth, the sea
Like some weake Lords, neighbord by mighty kings,
'And if I did, what then?
THERE WAS A YOUNG LADY WHOSE EYES, WERE UNIQUE AS TO COLOUR AND SIZE,