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Of lawes.
When princes lawes, wt reuerend right, do keep ye cōmons vnderAs meek as lābes, thei do their charge, & scatter not asunder.
But if they raise their heades aloft, and lawe her brydle slake:
Then, like a tyger fell, they fare, and lust for law they take.
Where water dothe preuail, and fire, no mercy they expresse:
But yet the rage of that rude rout is much more mercilesse.
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