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Section 918
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2I call'd thee then, vaine flourish of my fortune:
3I call'd thee then, poore Shadow, painted Queen,
4The presentation of but what I was;
5The flattering Index of a direfull Pageant;
6One heau'd a high, to be hurl'd downe below:
7A Mother onely mockt with two faire Babes;
8A dreame of what thou wast, a garish Flagge