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Your force united hath been heretofore
A terrour to the vassals of that Whore
VVhich rides the Beast: yea, often such a dread
To her, when she at highest bore her head
That, she's inrag'd to see you have so long
Against her Soceries continu'd strong;
Though to supplant you she laid many a Train
Which had not then contrived been in vain,
Had you been so divided as this day
You are, or as perhaps e're long, you may.
But Unity did make you so compact
A Body, that her wiles could not distract
Your prudent Counsels, neither from your course
Divert you, by her cunning joyn'd with force:
This, by experience found, she doth begin
To work upon you by another Gin
Which will extend to many, far and near
Who deem they thereby unconcerned are:
For, they who foolishly, themselves now flatter
That they by fishing in your troubled water
Shall get Advantages, will be bereaved
Of those expectancies, now preconceived:
For, that which follows, be it whatsoere
Will further GODS designments, but not their;
And, though you may by folly, loose your ends
She shall not bring to pass, what she intends.
A terrour to the vassals of that Whore
VVhich rides the Beast: yea, often such a dread
To her, when she at highest bore her head
That, she's inrag'd to see you have so long
Against her Soceries continu'd strong;
Though to supplant you she laid many a Train
Which had not then contrived been in vain,
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You are, or as perhaps e're long, you may.
But Unity did make you so compact
A Body, that her wiles could not distract
Your prudent Counsels, neither from your course
Divert you, by her cunning joyn'd with force:
This, by experience found, she doth begin
To work upon you by another Gin
Which will extend to many, far and near
Who deem they thereby unconcerned are:
For, they who foolishly, themselves now flatter
That they by fishing in your troubled water
Shall get Advantages, will be bereaved
Of those expectancies, now preconceived:
For, that which follows, be it whatsoere
Will further GODS designments, but not their;
And, though you may by folly, loose your ends
She shall not bring to pass, what she intends.
Miscellaneous works of George Wither | ||