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A Prayer for his imprisoned friend.
The famous Persians had a forme, we reed,
That if a Noble were condemd to dee,
They spar'd himselfe, and hang'd his cloaths with speed,
Poore prisoner, God grant the like to thee:
Vcalegon his house is set on fire,
A neighbor kinde wold quench lest it burne nyer.
That if a Noble were condemd to dee,
They spar'd himselfe, and hang'd his cloaths with speed,
Poore prisoner, God grant the like to thee:
Vcalegon his house is set on fire,
A neighbor kinde wold quench lest it burne nyer.
When Pollio proud did to his feast requyre
Augustus Cæsar, at a solemne time:
He needs wold kill a serving slaue in yre,
For breaking of a banquet glasse, small crime:
But Cæsar said, poore slaue, thou shalt not dee,
Th' offence is naght, feare is eneugh for thee.
Augustus Cæsar, at a solemne time:
For breaking of a banquet glasse, small crime:
But Cæsar said, poore slaue, thou shalt not dee,
Th' offence is naght, feare is eneugh for thee.
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