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God-lesse Athists.
Thou damned Athist, thou incarnate Deuill,
That doest deny his power which did create thee:
a Villaine apt for euery kinde of euill,
And all the eyes in heauen and earth do hate thee.
That mak'st account when thou shalt breathlesse lie,
Thy soule and bodie like a beast do die.
That doest deny his power which did create thee:
a Villaine apt for euery kinde of euill,
And all the eyes in heauen and earth do hate thee.
That mak'st account when thou shalt breathlesse lie,
Thy soule and bodie like a beast do die.
That Pharoa like dar'st aske what fellow's God?
Esteeming sacred Scriptures, to be vaine:
And that the dead in earth shall make abode,
and neuer rise from out their graues againe:
That say'st; eate, drinke, be merrie, take delight:
Swagger out day, and Reuell all the night.
Esteeming sacred Scriptures, to be vaine:
And that the dead in earth shall make abode,
and neuer rise from out their graues againe:
That say'st; eate, drinke, be merrie, take delight:
Swagger out day, and Reuell all the night.
Ile Stabbe thee.
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