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And diuerse mo, that actes of ould declare.
Then knowe, when
By dinte of sword, the challenger to trye,
Who both in armes incountred by and by.
And whilst with force, they proou'd their weapons brighte,
And made the sparkes to flie out of the steele,
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And made his foe a newe incounter feele:
Whom hee so sore did damage, and distresse,
That at the lengthe, the Roman had successe.
For, when his foe his forces at him bente,
With winges all spread the
At lengthe, his face hee scratch'd, and all to rente,
And peck'd his eies, hee coulde not see the lighte,
Which shewes, the Lorde in daunger doth preserue,
And rauens raise our worldlie wantes to serue.
cap. 11.
Romanarum,
lib. 2.