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Section 336
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1Rich.
2And Peace, no Warre, befall thy parting Soule.
3In Prison, hast thou spent a Pilgrimage,
4And like a Hermite ouer‑past thy dayes.
5Well, I will locke his Councell in my Brest,
6And what I doe imagine, let that rest.
7Keepers conuey him hence, and I my selfe
8Wiil see his Buryall better then his Life.