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Section 461
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1Pis.
2What shall I need to draw my Sword, the Paper
3Hath cut her throat alreadie? No, 'tis Slander,
4Whose edge is sharper then the Sword, whose tongue
5Out‑venomes all the Wormes of Nyle, whose breath
6Rides on the posting windes, and doth belye
7All corners of the World. Kings, Queenes, and States,
8Maides, Matrons, nay the Secrets of the Graue