When I was borne Lucina crosse-legg'd sate, The angry starres with omminous aspects, Frownd on my birth, and the foredooming fate, Ordain'd to brand me with their dire effects, The Sunne did hide his face, and left the night To bring me to this worlds accursed light. |
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