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Section 937
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1Vlys.
2Sir, I foretold you then what would ensue.
3My prophesie is but halfe his iourney yet;
4For yonder wals that pertly front your Townc,
5Yond Towers, whose wanton tops do busse the clouds,
6Must kisse their owne feet.