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Section 643
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1Rom.
2Let me be tane, let me be put to death,
3I am content, so thou wilt haue it so.
4Ile say yon gray is not the mornings eye,
5'Tis but the pale reflexe of Cinthias brow.
6Nor that is not Larke whose noates do beate
7The vaulty heauen so high aboue our heads,
8I haue more care to stay, then will to go: