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The Retreat.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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9

The Retreat.

Retreat, Retreat, do you not see
as fast as you Grana does throw;
she quencheth them in Pits of snow.
Intrencht about with Ivory.
And when you Vndermine, you are,
by cunning Countermining crost,
and all your Pioneers are lost
Nay, all your Treaties are but Air.
Your Cannons do no terrour sound;
for she with Penetrateles strength
Repells them: then Retreat at length
E're your own Weapons give you wound.