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Tyrant Kinges.
You high Imperious crowne-contending Kings,
Who for Earth's glory (not Religions good)
Turne humane bodies into bloudy springs,
And die the ground with slaught'red christians blood
That for the gayning of an earthly Crowne,
Will tosse a spatious Kingdome vpside downe.
Who for Earth's glory (not Religions good)
Turne humane bodies into bloudy springs,
And die the ground with slaught'red christians blood
That for the gayning of an earthly Crowne,
Will tosse a spatious Kingdome vpside downe.
You that deuorce the husbands from their wiues,
By fatall warre, the endlesse foe to peace:
you that denye poore new-borne Babes their liues,
and will not graunt sweet life an howers lease:
That care not how, or by what meanes you raigne,
So you the golden Crowne and Scepter gaine.
By fatall warre, the endlesse foe to peace:
you that denye poore new-borne Babes their liues,
and will not graunt sweet life an howers lease:
That care not how, or by what meanes you raigne,
So you the golden Crowne and Scepter gaine.
Ile Stabbe yee.
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