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The sky is not more multitudinous
WAKE! For the Hack can scatter into flight
Wheer 'asta be?n saw long and me? liggin' 'ere alo?n?
What haue I thus betrayed my libertie?
I wonder what those lovers mean, who say
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said,
To all you ladies now at Bath,