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And said, Deare daughter rightly may I rew The fall of famous children borne of mee, And good successes,° which their foes ensew: But who can turne the streame of destinee, Or breake the chayne° of strong necessitee, Which fast is tyde to Joves eternall seat? The sonnes of Day he favoureth, I see, And by my ruines thinkes to make them great: To make one great by others losse, is bad excheat.°