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47. On Gods Arme.
Twas not, that he was weake; or thou so strong;He dy'd so soone, or that thou liv'dst so long:
The headstrong Oxe is haled to the slaughter,
When the poore worm crawls many a Summer after:
When Heav'ns victorious arme shal please to strike,
The Gyant and the Pigmey are alike.
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