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1     I|   power he naught applied~His wits, but all to virtue excellent;~
2  XIII|     start,~Himself out of his wits nigh, after went:~Wounded
3   XVI|     man awaked calls home his wits again;~So in beholding his
4  XVII|     arts and cherish pregnant wits,~Make triumphs great, and
5    XX| tongue afford,~To all strange wits, strange ears let me dilate,~
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