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Epigr. 7.
When Cæsar in those wars which did not cease,Till they had consummated not his peace:
By higher cause was drawne into the flood,
Where Alexanders royall citie stoode:
And now the world did stint her conquering,
Against the comming of a greater king,
Ægypt, which hording all iniquities,
Vnder yet vnreuealed mysteries,
Did burne the wisedome of all ages olde
Which forty thousand volumes had enrolde:
Plainely foretold what shortly should ensue.
Wipe out the olde world and begin the new.
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