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TO
THE LORD
Cary of Lepington,
upon his translation of
Malvezzi.

So swift is Thought; this Morne I tooke my flightTo ruin'd Babell, and return'd to Night:So strong, that Time (whose course no pow'r could slack)I have enforc'd some Forty ages back:To me, that great disorder, and decay,Was both begun, and consummate to Day:My selfe, some strong Chaldean Mason there,Still sore, with massie Stones they made me beare:Just now (me thinkes) I'm struck, for some commandMistooke, in words I could not understand.

So

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