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Section 818
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1Fat.
2Despis'd, distressed, hated, martir'd, kil'd,
3Vncomfortable time, why cam'st thou now
4To murther, murther our solemnitie?
5O Child, O Child; my soule, and not my Child,
6Dead art thou, alacke my Child is dead,
7And with my Child, my ioyes are buried.