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LXV. A SOMETIME CONTEMPORARY.
Ah vain, thrice vain in the end, thy rage and hate.Vain and thrice vain, as all shall see who wait.
For hawk at last shall be outsoar'd by dove,
And throats of thunder quell'd by lips of love.
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