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1     I| messenger from everlasting Jove,~In his great name thus
2    IX|   hand, Saturn he left and Jove,~And those untruly errant
3   XIV|  and whence they blow,~How Jove his thunder makes and lightning
4   XIV|     Or that flit bird that Jove's hot weapon bears,~A faithful
5    XV|    the brackish wave~Where Jove his temple, Pompey hath
6  XVII|   so, pardie,~Erst painted Jove, Jove thundering down from
7  XVII| pardie,~Erst painted Jove, Jove thundering down from sky.~ ~
8  XVII|    the shooter's will,~And Jove's right hand with thunders
9 XVIII| gray~And yet some lamps in Jove's high palace shined,~When