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Then (quoth the Cormorant) I doe belong
Vnto the fearefull Dragon, whose blacke tongue
Threats death to each of you, and keeps in awe
Your humbler spirits, making his will your law,
He is the king of serpents, whose strong breath
Confounds your strength with all-subduing death.
He rules the vpper region, purging fire
Which searcheth hell, and doth to heau'n aspire.
This, this alone it was which I obay'd
When that strong law vnto my neast you layd.


But you that sprightly power by intrusion
Falsely vsurpt to my deuout confusion.
Fire onely to the Dragon doth belong;
To him, and vnto me, you haue done wrong.
To him I doe appeale; and haue resort
In this great cause to his infallible Court.