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Epigr. 17.
Rome hath a barrayne vine, yet doth not spareWith a strong hedge to compasse her about.
We haue the true vine, which we do not care
To fence against the wilde boares rooting out.
If my poore prayers may be heard in time,
I would we had their hedge, or they our vine.
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