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Section 621
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1Iohn.
2Oh Cozen, thou art come to set mine eye:
3The tackle of my heart, is crack'd and burnt,
4And all the shrowds wherewith my life should faile,
5Are turned to one thred, one little haire:
6My heart hath one poore string to stay it by,
7Which hold but till thy newes be vttered,
8And then all this thou seest, is but a clod,