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Section 1046
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1Enob.
2Oh Soueraigne Mistris of true Melancholly,
3The poysonous dampe of night dispunge vpon me,
4That Life, a very Rebell to my will,
5May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart
6Against the flint and hardnesse of my fault,
7Which being dried with greefe, will breake to powder,
8And finish all foule thoughts. Oh Anthony,