Anthony Ermi

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But mark what I arreede thee now, avant;   Flie thither whence thou fledst: if from this houre   Within these hallowd limits thou appeer,   Back to th' infernal pit I drag thee chaind,   And Seale thee so, as henceforth not to scorne   The facil gates of hell too slightly barrd.
Paradise Lost
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