A neaste of vvaspes latelie fovnd out and discouered in the Law-countreys yealding as sweete hony as some of our English bees [by William Goddard] |
A neaste of vvaspes latelie fovnd out and discouered in the Law-countreys | ||
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[Oh Deate th'art wrongd! abused in our land]
Oh Deate th'art wrongd! abused in our landThy office Deathe is wrested out thy hand
Vnto thy office Death it doth belonge
T'vnloose that sacred knott god tyed soe stronge
God did ordaine thee Deathe, and onelye thee
T'vnloose that knot, bu't nowe more Deathes there bee
A neaste of vvaspes latelie fovnd out and discouered in the Law-countreys | ||