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Sonnet 32.
['Tis now apparant to each plaine Opinion]
'Tis now apparant to each plaine Opinion,Thy hot Deuotion hunted but Dominion.
'Tis strange to see the heat of Ciuill brands.
For, when we arme vs brother against brother,
O then how ready are our hearts and hands,
And Wits awake to ruine one another!
But, come to counter-mine 'gainst secret treason,
Or force the forces of a stranger foe,
Alas, how shallow are we then in reason,
How cold in courage, and in camping slowe!
Fraunce only striues to triumph ouer Fraunce:
With selfe-kill Swords to cut each others throat.
What swarmes of Soldiers euery where doo float,
To spend and spoile a Kingdoms maintenance?
But, said I Soldiers? ah, I blush for shame,
To giue base Theeues the noble Soldiers name.
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