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FAB. XXXIII. The Oak and Reed.
The wind bore downe a mighty Oake that stood,To shade the margent of a silver flood,
Who seeing the Reed unruffl'd by the storme,
He dying, wisht that he'd been humbly borne.
Morall
He that to elivated hights arrivesIs oft in stormes and still in danger lives.
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