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 Would it, and hearken even to extaie, And in requitall ope his leather'n crip, And hew me imples of a thouand names Telling their trange, and vigorous faculties, Amongt the ret a mall unightly root, But of divine effect, he cull'd me out; The leafe was darkih, and had prickles on it, But in another Countrie, as he aid, Bore a bright golden flowre, but not in this oyle: Vnknowne, and like eteem'd, and the dull wayne Treads on it dayly with his clouted hoone, And yet more med'cinall is it then that Moly That Hermes once to wie Vlyes gave, He called it Hæmony, and gave it me And bad me keepe it as of overaine ue
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Or gatly furies apparition; I pur't it up, but little reck'ning made Till now that this extremity compell'd, But now I find it true, for by this means I knew the foule inchanter though digui'd, Enter'd the very limetwigs of his pells, And yet came off, if you have this about you (As I will give you when wee goe) you may Boldly aault the necromancers hall, Where if he be, with dauntlee hardihood And brandih't blade ruh on him, breake his glae, And hed the lucious liquor on the ground But eae his wand, though he and his curt crew Feirce igne of battaile make, and menace high, Or like the ons of Vulcan vomit moake, Yet will they oone retire, if he but hrinke Eld.