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A Tyrant in slepe, naught differeth from a common person.
Dost therefore swell and powt with pride,and rear thy snout on hie:
Because the crowd doth crouch and couch,
wherso thou commest by?
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before thee still do stand?
Because the life and death doth lye
of diuers in thy hand?
But when that drousie sleepe of thee,
hath euery part possest:
Tell then where is thy pompe and pride,
thy porte and all the rest?
Then snortyng lozzell as thou art,
then lyest thou like a block:
Or as a carrion corps late dead,
as sencelesse as a stock.
And if it were not that thou wert,
closd vp in walles of stone
And fenced round, thy life would be
in hands of euery one.
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