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One loving howre / For many years of sorrow can dispence; / A dram of sweete is worth a pound of sowre. / . true is, that true love hath no powre, / To looken backe; his eyes be fixt before. / --Spenser.
Meanwhile Massey, with great coolness and ability, retreated in good order with the remainder of his men to Gloucester, but many had been made prisoners, and about a hundred and twenty had been killed in the street and in the hot pursuit.