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Section 582
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1Lieu.
2Poole, Sir Poole? Lord,
3I kennell, puddle, sinke, whose filth and dirt
4Troubles the siluer Spring, where England drinkes:
5Now will I dam vp this thy yawning mouth,
6For swallowing the Treasure of the Realme.
7Thy lips that kist the Queene, shall sweepe the ground:
8And thou that smil'dst at good Duke Humfries death,