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[xxv] [Deathes Last-Will.]
More oft than once, Death whisper'd in mine Eare,Graue what thou heares in Diamond and Gold,
I am that Monarch whom all Monarches feare,
Who hath in Dust their farre-stretch'd Pride vproll'd.
All all is mine beneath Moones siluer Spheare,
And nought, saue Vertue, Can my power with-hold:
This (not belieu'd) Experience true Thee told,
By Danger late when I to Thee came neare.
As Bugbeare then my Visage I did show,
That of my Horrours thou right Vse mightst make,
And a more sacred Path of liuing take:
Now still walke armed for my ruthlesse Blow,
Trust flattering Life no more, Redeeme Time past,
And Liue each Day as if it were thy Last.
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