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1Talb.
2My thoughts are whirled like a Potters Wheele,
3I know not where I am, nor what I doe:
4A Witch by feare, not force, like Hannibal,
5Driues back our troupes, and conquers as she lists:
6So Bees with smoake, and Doues with noysome stench,
7Are from their Hyues and Houses driuen away.
8They call'd vs, for our fiercenesse, English Dogges,