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1     I|       blest.~ ~ II~O heavenly Muse, that not with fading bays~
2     I|      you this work I send:~My Muse hereafter shall perhaps
3     I| stayed his speech. O gracious Muse,~What kindling motions in
4     I|     In foul oblivion would my Muse be loth,~With his Gildippes
5    II|     one, thou hast no time to muse;~If peace, we rest, we fight,
6    IV|  empoisoned dart.~But say, my Muse, recount whence first they
7    VI|    that worthy been:~O sacred Muse, my haughty thoughts inspire,~
8  XVII|    coast.~ ~ III~Come say, my Muse, what manner times these