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E must resign; Heav'n His great Soul do's claim In storms as loud, as His Immortal Fame: His dying groans, his last Breath shakes our Isle, And Trees uncut fall for His Funeral Pile, About His palace their broad Roots are tost Into the Air; So Romulus was lost:
 * New Rome in such a Tempest mis't their King,
 * And from Obeying fell to Worshipping.

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