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High mounted on an Ant Nanus the tall
Was throwne alas, and got a deadly fall.
Under th' unruly Beasts proud feet he lies
All torne; with much adoe yet ere he dyes,
Hee straines these words; Base Envy, doe, laugh on.
Thus did I fall, and thus fell Phaethon .
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