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Thereby so fearlesse, and so fell he grew, That his owne sire and maister of his guise° Did often tremble at his horrid vew,° And oft for dread of hurt would him advise, The angry beasts not rashly to despise, Nor too much to provoke; for he would learne The Lyon stoup to him in lowly wise, (A lesson hard) and make the Libbard sterne Leave roaring, when in rage he for revenge did earne.