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Epig. 32. To his Excellency, the Lord Generall Cromwell .

Sir, Power is proud, till it look down to Feare,
Though onely safe, by ever looking there,
Kings Thrones were ever like enchanted fires,
Mighty to see, and easie to passe over:
The Torrid Zone of Tyranny retyres
Into the Frigid, and can ne're recover

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Its Pristine Station, when t'is dislocated
By Providence, and Power ingemminated:
Sir, I confesse when one man ruleth all,
There Feare and Care, are secret wayes of Wit,
Where all must rise, and onely one must fall,
Safety aspire, and care must manage it.
“Dead men are onely trusted by the wise,
“On speechlesse Formes we may securely rise.
Those Spirits of Practise that contend with Fate,
Must by their Deaths do Honour to a State,
New counsells must be had, when Plannets fall,
“Change hath her Periods, and is naturall.