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Section 172
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1Bast.
2Heeres a stay,
3That shakes the rotten carkasse of old death
4Out of his ragges. Here's a large mouth indeede,
5That spits forth death, and mountaines, rockes, and seas,
6Talkes as familiarly of roaring Lyons,
7As maids of thirteene do of puppi‑dogges.
8What Cannoneere begot this lustie blood,