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This Lot of yours doth plainely show,
That, in some danger now you go.
But, wounds by Steele, yet, feare you not;
Nor Pistoling, nor Cannon-shot;
But, rather, dread the shafts that fly,
From some deepe-wounding wantons eye.
Your greatest perills are from thence;
Get therefore, Armour of defence.
See, [Emb. XIX.]