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1    II|   prove,~But thus our fortune casts the hapless die,~Death hath
2     V|     seas against the rocks he casts.~ ~ XXIX~But not for this
3   VII|      brier,~And with his foot casts up the sand on height,~Defying
4   VII| fertile kind,~Against the air casts up her head aloft~And gathereth
5   XII|  there their swelling billows casts;~So, though their strength
6  XIII|    bosoms, throats, and faces casts.~ ~ LVII~Nor yet more comfort
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