ABSTRACT

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T h e Greeks are ftrong, and lkilful to their ftrength*

Fierce to their fkill, and to their fiercenefs valiant* But I am weaker than a woman's tear, Tamer than fleep, fonder than ignorance ; Lefs valiant than the virgin in the night, And Ikill-lefs as unpra&is'd infancy.