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Section 4
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1NOw is the Winter of our Discontent,
2Made glorious Summer by this Son of Yorke:
3And all the clouds that lowr'd vpon our house
4In the deepe bosome of the Ocean buried.
5Now are our browes bound with Victorious Wreathes,
6Our bruised armes hung vp for Monuments;
7Our sterne Alarums chang'd to merry Meetings;
8Our dreadfull Marches, to delightfull Measures.