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Section 604
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1Rosse.
2Alas poore Countrey,
3Almost affraid to know it selfe. It cannot
4Be call'd our Mother, but our Graue; where nothing
5But who knowes nothing, is once seene to smile:
6Where sighes, and groanes, and shrieks that rent the ayre
7Are made, not mark'd: Where violent sorrow seemes
8A Moderne extasie: The Deadmans knell,