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1    II|         LXXXIV~"This is the spur that makes our coursers
2  XVII| shield bewrays,~That be thy spur to praise!" At last the
3 XVIII|  flew,~To him praise was no spur, words were no sting;~Of
4    XX|   quick,~At his commander's spur, his hand, his sound,~He
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