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Section 107
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1Imo.
2I would haue broke mine eye‑strings;
3Crack'd them, but to looke vpon him, till the diminution
4Of space, had pointed him sharpe as my Needle:
5Nay, followed him, till he had melted from
6The smalnesse of a Gnat, to ayre: and then
7Haue turn'd mine eye, and wept. But good Pisanio,
8When shall we heare from him.