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Hollar_a_3000_0269

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JZSOPS FABLES, Then (huts the Door and cafts at me a Stone, Which bruis'd my Shoulder Bone, And made me Fiz, 'twas with fuch Fury thrown. The Fight was long, and doubtful; in fhort (pace I could exp ...

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