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1    II|     our king,~Thus fade thy helps, and thus thy cumbers spring.~ ~
2   III| fierce, how fell!~No physic helps them cure, nor magic's spell.~ ~
3   III|   that plainer part,~So art helps nature, nature strengtheneth
4  VIII|   son~In that dear Lord who helps his servants, trust,~Who
5     X|    our soldiers bold,~Great helps and greater hopes are us
6   XVI|   move;~Then will I use all helps that charms afford,~And
7 XVIII|  sword and fire~Assails and helps to scale the northern port,~
8   XIX|   chief~Of all my hopes and helps, till love's sweet flame~
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