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Horatian Epode To The Duchess Of Malfi

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Duchess: Who am I?
Bosola: Thou art a box of worm-seed, at best but a
salvatory of green mummy.

The stage is about to be swept of corpses.
You have no more chance than an infusorian
Lodged in a hollow molar of an eohippus.
Come, now, no prattle of remergence with the
ovtws ov.(Greek word)

As (the form requires the myth)
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