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I sat upon the shore Fishing, with the arid plain behind me Shall I at least set my lands in order? London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down _Poi s’ascose nel foco che gli affina Quando fiam ceu chelidon_ — O swallow swallow _Le Prince d’Aquitaine à la tour abolie_ These fragments I have shored against my ruins 430 Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo’s mad againe. Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. Shantih shantih shantih