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• Three times the shape of my dear mother came, / Pale, sad, dismay'd, to warn me in my dream: // Alas! how far transformed from the same, / Whose eyes shone erst like Titan's glorious beam.— // Daughter, she says, fly, fly, behold thy dame, / Foreshows the treasons of thy wretched eame.