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The Broussa evening fades in night,
Whose senses in so euill consort, their step-dame Nature laies,
Nota: man is the intelligence of his soil,
Where dost thou careless lie,
To deftly do what many dimly think,
I saw Eternity the other night,
At husking time the tassel fades
Freedom, as every schoolboy knows,

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