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ОглавлениеO let it be enough what thou hast done,When spotted deaths ran arm’d through every street,With poison’d darts, which not the good could shun,The speedy could outfly, or valiant meet.
The living few, and frequent funerals then,Proclaim’d thy wrath on this forsaken place:And now those few who are return’d agenThy searching judgments to their dwellings trace.
From Annus Mirabilis, The Year of Wonders,1666, by John Dryden
