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Section 313
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1Salisb.
2Nor neere, nor farther off, my gracious Lord,
3Then this weake arme; discomfort guides my tongue,
4And bids me speake of nothing but despaire:
5One day too late, I feare (my Noble Lord)
6Hath clouded all thy happie dayes on Earth:
7Oh call backe Yesterday, bid Time returne,
8And thou shalt haue twelue thousand fighting men: