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Section 178
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1Hel.
2O I am out of breath, in this fond chace,
3The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace,
4Happy is Hermia, wheresoere she lies;
5For she hath blessed and attractiue eyes.
6How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt teares.
7If so, my eyes are oftner washt then hers.
8No, no, I am as vgly as a Beare;