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Eleg. 2.
Behold her Princes, whose victorious browes
Fame oft had crowned, with her Laurell bowes,
See how they hide their shame-confounded crests,
And hang their heads upon their fainting brests,
Behold her Captaines, and brave men at armes,
Whose spirits fired at warres loud alarmes,
Like worried sheepe, how flee they from the noise
Of Drummes, and startle at the Trumpets voice!
They faint, and like amazed Lyons, show
Their fearefull heeles, if Chaunticleere but crow;
How are the pillars (Sion) of thy state
Transform'd to clay, and burnisht gold, so late!
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