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XXXII. On Sir John Roe.
VVhat two brave perills of the the private swordCould not effect, nor all the Furies doe,
That selfe-divided Belgia did afford;
What not the envie of the seas reach'd too,
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His often change of clime (though not of mind)
What could not work; at home in his repaire
Was his blest fate, but our hard lot to find.
Which shewes, where ever death doth please t'appeare,
Seas, serenes, swords, shot, sicknesse, all are there.
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