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They all beholding worldly wights in place, Leave off their worke, unmindfull of their smart, To gaze on them; who forth by them doe pace, Till they be come unto the furthest part; Where was a Cave ywrought by wondrous art, Deepe, darke, uneasie, dolefull, comfortlesse, In which sad Aesculapius° farre apart Emprisond was in chaines remedilesse, For that Hippolytus rent corse he did redresse.