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If any sought to turn him from the sting,
A rounded knave! a Rebel to the King.
Should not controule him: he did ne're deny

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His lusts a vent, his reason still did dye
To keep his curse alive: his soul thus tost,
Till credit, meanes, with man, and all were lost.
Sin took advantage when his bones were dry'd,
Put him a year in hell before he dy'd.