Heavens Glory, Seeke It Earts Vanitie, Flye It. Hells Horror, Fere It [by Samuel Rowlands] |
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For the 5. of Nouemb.
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For the 5. of Nouemb.
Awake Britaines subiectswith one accord,
Extoll and praise,
and magnifie the Lord,
Humble your hearts,
and with deuotion sing
Praises of thanks to God
for our most gracious King;
This was the night
when in a darksome Cell,
Treason was found in earth
it hatcht in hell;
what would auail'd our sorrow,
The traine being laid
to haue blowne vs vp o'th' morrow?
Yet God our guide
reueal'd the damned plot,
And they themselues destroy'd,
and we were not.
Then let vs not forget
him thankes to render,
That hath preseru'd and kept
our faiths defender.
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