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Nay, could their numbers countervail the stars, Or ever-drizzling drops of April showers, Or wither'd leaves that autumn shaketh down, Yet would the Soldan by his conquering power. So scatter and consume them in his rage, That not a man should live to rue their fall.

Christopher Marlowe