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Section 327
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2This battell fares like to the mornings Warre,
3When dying clouds contend, with growing light,
4What time the Shepheard blowing of his nailes,
5Can neither call it perfect day, nor night.
6Now swayes it this way, like a Mighty Sea,
7Forc'd by the Tide, to combat with the Winde:
8Now swayes it that way, like the selfe‑same Sea,