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But now is the ffeirce ffeeld foughten and ended,
And the white bore there lyeth slaine,
And the young egle is preserued,
And come to his nest againe.
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But now this garden fflourishes ffreshly and gay,
With ffragrant fflowers comely of hew,
And gardners itt doth maintaine;
I hope they will proue iust and true.