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Section 891
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1Othe.
2Oh I, as Sommer Flyes are in the Shambles,
3That quicken euen with blowing. Oh thou weed:
4Who art so louely faire, and smell'st so sweete,
5That the Sense akes at thee,
6Would thou had'st neuer bin borne.