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Section 37
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1Poet.
2Sir, I haue vpon a high and pleasant hill
3Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd.
4The Base o'th'Mount
5Is rank'd with all deserts, all kinde of Natures
6That labour on the bosome of this Sphere,
7To propagate their states; among'st them all,
8Whose eyes are on this Soueraigne Lady fixt,