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FAB. LXIII. The Old Deer and Fawn.
Says the young Fawne my father why de ye dread,The Hownds sinc nature so well armes your head
When he replyd, my Child when Dogs I hear,
My hornes can not secure my heart from feare.
Morall
Cowards by nature, by no magic Art,Can be incourag'd with a Heros heart.
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