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1  VIII|       in thy watchful eyes to creep~The sweet repose of mild
2     X| hidden vault behoves it me to creep?~This sword can find a better
3   XIV|    and step did on his senses creep,~Still every limb therein
4    XV|    grassy plains they scantly creep;~They walked, they rested
5    XX|    the closed folds in secret creep,~And entrance seek; to kill
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