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1     I|   streams and Rhene the meadows wear,~A battel soil for grain,
2   III|        hight, O Macon, would he wear~My thrall, ere fates him
3    IV|    noble head a golden crown to wear:~His glosing sire his errand
4    VI|    chiefest virtue noble ladies wear,~Enforcest her against her
5  XVII| knightly praise,~Shall garlands wear of grass, of oak, of bays.~ ~
6   XIX|    guard that gold and white do wear,~Such shall their habit
7    XX|   morning smiled, and seemed to wear~Upon her silver crown sun'
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