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Their crownes are circumcisd most Iewishlye. Or were they Spanish stamps still trauellinge That are become as Catholique as their kinge, Those vnlickt beare=whelps, vnfilld Pistoletts That more then Cannon shott availes or lets, Which negligently left vnrounded, looke Like many angled figures in the booke Of some great Coniurer, which would inforce Nature, as thes doe iustice, from her course; Which as the Soule quickens head, feete, and hart. As streames like veins rvns through the Earths every part Visit all countries, and haue slily made Gorgious France ruind, ragged, and decaid; Countries which knew no state proud in one daie And mangled seaventeene headed Belgia: Or were it such gold as that, wherewithall, Almightie Chimicks from each minerall Havinge by subtile fire a Soule out-puld Are durtilye, and desperately guld; I would not Spitt to quench the fire they were in For they are guiltie of much hainous Sine. But shall my harmless Angells perish? shall I loose my guard, my ease, my foode, my all? Much hope which they should nowrish will bee dead Mvch of my able youth, and lustie=head Will vanish; if thou loue let them alone For thou wilt loue mee less when they are gone, Oh bee content that some lowd squeaking Crier Well pleasd with one leane thredbare groat for hire May like a Deuill rore through euery streete, And gall the finders concience if they meete: [CW: Or] |
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