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O for a Guard (quoth he) of Switzers here,To heave that Giant up! but come not neere;For now enrag'd, he may perchance so tosse us,As you would thinke, you touch'd a live Colossus!This Ieff'ry heard; and it did stir his gall,More than his Coursers death, or his owne fall.Sorrowes, that hasten to us, are but slowIn their departure; as the learn'd may knowBy this sad Story; since new cause was given;For which our deepe Platonick questions Heaven.O cruell Starres (quoth he) will you still soOfficious be, to trouble us below?'Tis say'd your care doth governe us; d'ye callThat care, to let Ambassadours thus fall?Nay, and permit worse dangers to ensue?Though all your rule, and influence be true;I had as leefe (since mortals thus you handle)Be govern'd by the influence of a Candle.This he had cause to say; for now beholdA Foule of spatious wing, bloody, and boldIn his aspect; haughty in gate, and stiffe onHis large spread Clawes he stood, as any Griffon;

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