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No common womb was fit me forth to bring,
But a pure virgin priest, child to a king:
No mortal father worthy was to breed me;
Nor human milk was fierce enough to feed me.
Therefore the God of war by wonder bred me,
And a she-wolf by no less wonder fed me.
In fine, the Gods, because earth was too base,
T' entomb me dead, did me in heaven place.
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