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1     I|         band;~Tortosa won, lest winter might them shend,~They drew
2    II|    summer's flies that fear not winter's cold.~ ~ LXIX~"They bid
3    II|         our summer's shade, our winter's sun:~This is our wealth,
4    IX|    great numbers fall away~When winter nips them with his new-come
5   XIV|     XXXIV~As on the Rhene, when winter's freezing cold~Congeals
6   XIV| Continual snow, sharp frost and winter cold,~But on the top, fresh,
7    XV|       ground,~And overgone that winter sharp and keen,~A warm,