All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted |
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His Inditement for murder of his Children.
The
first who (at this Sessions) lowd doth call me
Is Murder, whose grim visage doth appall me;
His eyes are fires, his voice rough winds out-rores,
And on my head the Diuine vengeance scores:
So fast and fearefully I sinke to ground,
And wish I were in twenty Oceans drownd.
Is Murder, whose grim visage doth appall me;
His eyes are fires, his voice rough winds out-rores,
And on my head the Diuine vengeance scores:
So fast and fearefully I sinke to ground,
And wish I were in twenty Oceans drownd.
He sayes, I haue a bloudy Villaine bin,
And (to proue this) ripe Euidence steps in,
Brow'd like my selfe: Iustice so brings about,
That blacke sinnes still hunt one another out:
'Tis like a rotten frame ready to fall;
For one maine Post being shaken, puls downe all.
And (to proue this) ripe Euidence steps in,
Brow'd like my selfe: Iustice so brings about,
That blacke sinnes still hunt one another out:
'Tis like a rotten frame ready to fall;
For one maine Post being shaken, puls downe all.
To this Inditement, (holding vp my hand,)
Fettered with Terrors more then Irons stand,
And being ask'd what to the Bill I say,
Guilty, I cry. O dreadfull Sessions day!
Fettered with Terrors more then Irons stand,
And being ask'd what to the Bill I say,
Guilty, I cry. O dreadfull Sessions day!
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