Looke to it For, Ile Stabbe ye. By S. R. [i.e. Samuel Rowlands] |
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Deaths Prologue to his Tragicall Stabbe.
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Deaths Prologue to his Tragicall Stabbe.
To no degree or facultie, I do intende offence;Al those I threaten heere to stab, & send the wretches hence
Are such, as tremble when they heare, what fatall Stab I giue,
For though I kill both good and bad, all creatures that do liue,
The good are neuer terrified with any power I haue:
I open the them Doare of life, the chiefest thing they craue.
But to the wicked gracelesse sort, most fearefull appeare,
Because I sende them to a place, doth passe all torments heere.
To thē the name of Death seems Death, Oh tis a fearful sound
For of the hope of life to come, they want assured ground,
From this bad World vnto a worse, I send them forth to dwell
I am the Iaylor, leading them vnto the vault of Hell.
Good newes vnto the good J bring: but to the wicked, euill:
Because I send the one to God, the other to the Deuill.
Such as feare God, they feare not me, but bid me do my worst
If any finde himselfe agreeu'd, ile stabbe that fellow first.
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