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70 But Philip's soul to keep From the marees deep Of Acheronte's well , That is a flood of hell , And from the great Pluto , The prince of endless woe ; And from foul Alecto With visage black and blo ; And from Medusa , that mare ...
70 But Philip's soul to keep From the marees deep Of Acheronte's well , That is a flood of hell , And from the great Pluto , The prince of endless woe ; And from foul Alecto With visage black and blo ; And from Medusa , that mare ...
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Do you not see those prostrate heaps betrayed Your fathers ' bones , and could not keep them sure ? And will you trust deceitful stones fair laid , And think they will be to your honor truer ? No , no , unsparing time will proudly send ...
Do you not see those prostrate heaps betrayed Your fathers ' bones , and could not keep them sure ? And will you trust deceitful stones fair laid , And think they will be to your honor truer ? No , no , unsparing time will proudly send ...
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Touching the former , their strict keeping of one tenure , statute , and law , is spoken of by all , but hath in it more than men have as yet attained to know ...
Touching the former , their strict keeping of one tenure , statute , and law , is spoken of by all , but hath in it more than men have as yet attained to know ...
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