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 If from thy hands alone my death can be, I am immortal and a god to thee. If I would kill thee now, thy fate's so low, That I must stoop ere I can give the blow : But mine is fixed so far above thy crown, That all thy men, Piled on thy back, can never...  The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes - Page 5 by John Dryden, Walter Scott - 1821 Full view -
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