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Section 369
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1Dolph.
2What a long Night is this? I will not change
3my Horse with any that treades but on foure postures:
4ch' ha: he bounds from the Earth, as if his entrayles were
5hayres: le Cheual volante, the Pegasus, ches les narines de
6feu. When I bestryde him, I soare, I am a Hawke: he trots
7the ayre: the Earth sings, when he touches it: the basest
8horne of his hoofe, is more Musicall then the Pipe of