Oh my good Lord, yonders foule Murthers done.
How are my powres fore-spoke? what strange distaste is this?
an aspergilliform stigma
For as whipp'd tops and bandied balls, / The learned hold, are animals; / So horses they affirm to be / Mere engines made by geometry […]
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