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Rome is no more: but if the shade of Rome May of the bodie yeeld a seeming sight, It's like a corse drawne forth out of the tombe By magicke skill out of eternall night: The corpes of Rome in ashes is entombed, And her great spirite, reioyned to the spirite Of this great masse, is in the same enwombed; But her brave writings, which, her famous merite In spight of Time out of the dust doth reare, Doo make her idole* through the world appeare.
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Rome
is
no
more:
but
if
the
shade
of
Rome
May
of
the
bodie
yeeld
a
seeming
sight,
It's
like
a
corse
drawne
forth
out
of
the
tombe
By
magicke
skill
out
of
eternall
night:
The
corpes
of
Rome
in
ashes
is
entombed,
And
her
great
spirite,
reioyned
to
the
spirite
Of
this
great
masse,
is
in
the
same
enwombed;
But
her
brave
writings,
which,
her
famous
merite
In
spight
of
Time
out
of
the
dust
doth
reare,
Doo
make
her
idole*
through
the
world
appeare.
