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Section 7
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1Sal.
2My winde cooling my broth,
3Would blow me to an Ague, when I thought
4What harme a winde too great might doe at sea.
5I should not see the sandie houre‑glasse runne,
6But I should thinke of shallows, and of flats,
7And see my wealthy Andrew docks in sand,
8Vailing her high top lower then her ribs