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Section 475
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1Pucell.
2Dismay not (Princes) at this accident,
3Nor grieue that Roan is so recouered:
4Care is no cure, but rather corrosiue,
5For things that are not to be remedy'd.
6Let frantike Talbot triumph for a while,
7And like a Peacock sweepe along his tayle,
8Wee'le pull his Plumes, and take away his Trayne,