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Section 572
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1Dol.
2The Sun of heauen (me thought) was loth to set;
3But staid, and made the Westerne Welkin blush,
4When English measure backward their owne ground
5In faint Retire: Oh brauely came we off,
6When with a volley of our needlesse shot,
7After such bloody toile, we bid good night,
8And woon'd our tott'ring colours clearly vp,