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"A God's mask have ye hung in front of you, into

A God's mask hath your execrable spider crawled."


"And with fifty mirrors round, which flattered the play

of colours, of divers-colours."

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never was there such a hand beneath the sin play to the part of the devil's grinning twas there such a death as to it

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