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Section 514
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1Al.
2Old Lord, I cannot blame thee,
3Who, am my selfe attach'd with wearinesse
4To th'dulling of my spirits: Sit downe, and rest:
5Euen here I will put off my hope, and keepe it
6No longer for my Flatterer: he is droun'd
7Whom thus we stray to finde, and the Sea mocks
8Our frustrate search on land: well, let him goe.