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“Storms let them loosen from the Bags of Wind, create Calypsos captivate by love; make Harpies’ touch contam’inate all they find, and in sad Hades make their Heroes rove; however much, o’er much, they have refine’d such fabled tales, which Poet’s fancy prove, the simple naked truth my story telleth all their grandiloquence of writ excelleth.”