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The thick-sprung reeds, which wat’ry marshes yield,
Seem’d polish’d lances in a hostile field.

— Ambrose Philips

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Source: A Winter-Piece: To the Earl of Dorset", in The Tatler (5-7 May 1709)
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There solid billows of enormous size,
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