Then this Potent Dragon my Dredglings fear,
One which Expected me in all Surprise:
That your File as Prince and Lord revere,
Already Pre-Owned and Locked in her Prize
When Tears cry Blood, and Blood their Ties disown
So to these Stinging Bells your News persist
Which your Smile bait Worms by Jelly reknown
Suffice even the Enlightened to resist
Thus the Siege, which dear Siddhartha did warn,
Offered the Goddess of Mercy such View:
To Breathe and Blow free my Charmings consarn
And hold to the Heart of mine own self True.
These Fourteen-Lined Girls cried your Muse repeat
Of casting my Levels versus your Feat.

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