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Dissembling Souldier
You Sirha, that vsurpe a Souldiers name,
Vaunting your selfe a Thunder-bolt of Warres,
Vowing that euery ioynt you haue is lame,
By piercing Bullets, bloudy woundes, and scarres:
You that some hundred men at once withstood,
And fought most brauely to the knees in blood.
Vaunting your selfe a Thunder-bolt of Warres,
Vowing that euery ioynt you haue is lame,
By piercing Bullets, bloudy woundes, and scarres:
You that some hundred men at once withstood,
And fought most brauely to the knees in blood.
You that haue slaine more men by breake of day,
Then could haue graues digg'd for them in a weeke,
You that haue made your foes to run away,
Starke naked, when their breeches were to seeke:
You that haue compass'd all the earth's globe round,
Yet neuer trod a step from English ground,
Then could haue graues digg'd for them in a weeke,
You that haue made your foes to run away,
Starke naked, when their breeches were to seeke:
You that haue compass'd all the earth's globe round,
Yet neuer trod a step from English ground,
Ile Stab yee.
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