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Boetius. Libr. 4. Metr. 2.
Those earthly Gods you trembling viewMounted on starry thrones,
Array'd with Heaven (in spangled blue)
Guarded with armed drones,
With raging hearts, and lightning browes,
Storming with thundring mouths,
Could you unlace their vain attires,
And peep into their brest,
With chains, with gyves, with tortures, fires
Th' Oppressors lye opprest.
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You'l find the kernel hell.
Distracting lusts with cruel twitches
Rack the disjoynted Ghost:
Hope backs the heart, and spurrs, and switches
Wrath, anger, fear, and rost:
Hate, Envy scourge with snaky wreath;
Griefs, pressing, squeese to death.
When then so many Tyrant Lords
Reign in one single brest;
How can it (bound with self-will'd cords)
Do what it self thinks best?
He that rules men, serves lust, 's a thing,
Much greater slave, than King.
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