English poem
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Or as a Castle reared high and round, By subtile engins and malitious slight Is undermined from the lowest ground, And her foundation forst, and feebled quight, At last downe falles, and with her heaped hight Her hastie ruine does more heavie make, And yields it selfe unto the victours might; Such was this Gyants fall, that seemd to shake The stedfast globe of earth, as it for feare did quake.