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And Church yards are our Cityes, vnto which The moste repaire who are in goodnesse rich, There is the best concourse, and confluence, There are the holy Subvrbs, and from thence Begins Gods Cittie new Ierusalem, Which doth extend her vtmost gates to them. Att that Gate then, Tryvmphant Soule dost thou Begin thy Tryvmph but since lawes alowe, That att the Tryvmph daie the Peeple may All that they will gainst the Tryvmpher saie; Lett mee here vse the freedome, and expresse My griefe, Though not to make thy tryvmph lesse. By lawe, to Tryvmphs none admitted bee, Till they as Magistrates gett Victorie. Though then to thy forse, all youthes foes did yeild Yet till fitt tyme had brought thee to the field, To which thy Ranke in this State destind thee, And there thy counsailes mvst gett Victorie: And so in your capacitie remoue All ialousies twixt Prince, and Subiects loue, Thou couldst no title to this Tryvmph haue, Thou didst intrude on Death, Vsurpdst a Graue. Then (though victoriously) thou hadst fought But with thyne owne affections, which the heate Of youths desires, and colds of Ignorance, But till thou shouldst fully aduance Thine Armes gainst forreine Enimies, which are Both Envy, and Acclamations Popular; (For both thes Engines equally defeate Though by a diuers Mine, those which are greate) [CW: Till then] |
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