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Ex otio Negotium

Or, Martiall his epigrams Translated. With Sundry Poems and Fancies, By R. Fletcher
  

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John chap. 18. ver. 36. My Kingdom is not of this World.

True blessed Saviour, true! thy Kingdom's not
Of this world. For we cannot finde a spot
Of thy Crown Land, where Geometrie may stay
Her reeling compass to move any way

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In demonstration of that circling Round
That may define th'inclosure Holy ground:
But since thy Church grew Stately & fell down,
The lands are all confiscate from the Crown.
Countrey freez Elders have thy Flesh hooks bin
To shrive the Levites Pot and all within.
And never conscious of thy pious rule
Leave poor Elias to th'charity of the foul.
Or like the Indian Astomi, to smell
His way to life, or live by miracle.
Thus Sion's wasted, and thy Prophets slain:
And Godlinesse hath proov'd the only Gain.