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Holds such an enmity with blood of man Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre! There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, With blood remov'd but little from her own? Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, To ears of flesh and blood.--List, list, O, list!-- Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!