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424 I sat upon the shore
425 Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
426 Shall I at least set my lands in order?
427 London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
428 Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
429 Quando fiam ceu chelidon — O swallow swallow
430 Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie
431 These fragments I have shored against my ruins
432 Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.
433 Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
434 Shantih shantih shantih