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FAB. LXXIII. The Birth of the Mountains.

The Mountaine grones and some prodigious birth
The wondering Crowd expect her to bring forth,
A second Alps at least, her time being come,
A litle Mouse starts from her teeming Wombe.

Morall

Our most aspiring hopes abortive are,
And fall like Towers whose Bases are the air.