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“ ’Twas in the season when th’ Eternal Light entered the Beast that workt Nemaea’s woe; and rolled our Earth, consumed by Time’s long flight, in her sixth epoch, feeble, cold and slow: Now, in the wonted way, had met her sight the suns that fourteen hundred courses show, with seven and ninety more, wherein she ran, as o’er the seas th’ Armada’s course began.