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Woodruff, Oh London, thy vile Sheriff who
His wont to laugh while flames did overflow
The Martyres in his fires and made no stand
[T]o smite such as would take them by the hand
Then Bradford at the Stake Repent, did Cry,
England beware thou of Idolatry,
---ad ty his hands, would he not quiet bee;
But now behold him half yeare older, see
This Roff Woods under Gods broad Axe which brought
His laughter into mourning. One Side Cought
--- Paulsy dead that for eight years he could
Not turn himselfe in bed, his hands tide hold
And a Devouring hunger him devours
------ Strange to see how now he things down poures
He never was released from his band
So long as in his glass was left a Sand.
His wont to laugh while flames did overflow
The Martyres in his fires and made no stand
[T]o smite such as would take them by the hand
Then Bradford at the Stake Repent, did Cry,
England beware thou of Idolatry,
---ad ty his hands, would he not quiet bee;
But now behold him half yeare older, see
This Roff Woods under Gods broad Axe which brought
His laughter into mourning. One Side Cought
--- Paulsy dead that for eight years he could
Not turn himselfe in bed, his hands tide hold
And a Devouring hunger him devours
------ Strange to see how now he things down poures
He never was released from his band
So long as in his glass was left a Sand.
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