Wherewith, a dart wee sawe, how it did light
Right on her brest, and, therewithall, pale Death
Enthrilling it, to reue her of her breath.
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And, by and by, a dum dead corps wee sawe,
Heauy, and colde, the shape of death aright:
That daunts all earthly creatures to his lawe:
Against whose force in vaine it is to fight:
Ne peeres, ne princes, nor no mortall wyght,
No townes, ne realmes, cittyes, ne strongest tower,