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Such wondrous science in mans wit to raine When Jove avizd, that could the dead revive, And fates expired° could renew againe, Of endlesse life he might him not deprive, But unto hell did thrust him downe alive, With flashing thunderbolt ywounded sore: Where long remaining, he did alwaies strive Himselfe with salves to health for to restore, And slake the heavenly fire, that raged evermore.