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All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet

Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted

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EDWARD THE V, KING OF England, And France, LORD OF IRELAND.

If birth, if beauty, innocence and youth,
Could make a Tyrant feele one sparke of grace,
My crooked Vncle had beene mou'd to ruth,
Beholding of my pitty-pleading face.
But what auailes to spring from royall Race?
What snerty is in beauty, strength, or wit?
What is command, might, eminence and place,
When Treason lurkes where Maiesty doth sit?
My haplesse selfe had true false proofe of it:
Nipt in my bud, and blasted in my bloome:
Depriu'd of life by murther, most vnfit,
And for three Kingdoms could not haue one tombe:
Thus Treason all my glory ouer-topt,
And ere the Fruit could spring, the Tree was lop't.