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But will I say unto you what you shall say to the many
Thousands in turn, and make paper, old crone, to proclaim
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And in his death become noted the more and the more,
Nor let spider on high that weaves her delicate webbing
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Practise such labours o'er Allius' obsolete name.
For that ye weet right well what care Amathúsia two-faced
Gave me, and how she dasht every hope to the ground,