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Section 391
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1Yorke.
2Cold Newes for me: for I had hope of France,
3As firmely as I hope for fertile England.
4Thus are my Blossomes blasted in the Bud,
5And Caterpillers eate my Leaues away:
6But I will remedie this geare ere long,
7Or sell my Title for a glorious Graue.