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Epigr. 12.
The wicked wound vs, yet aske why we bleede,The wicked smite vs, yet aske why we cry:
They clip our winges, and yet would haue vs flye.
They aske more bricke, yet take away our reede.
And these not Pharaohs out of Ægypt spronge,
But our owne Israelites which do this wrong.
And we from stranger countries hauing rest,
In our sweete Canaan are thus opprest.
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