 | The Night Raven |  |
The Conclusion.
All you vsurpers of the nights darke houres,(As though those times, were for abuses yours)
Drunke in the Tauerns, making Ale-house scores,
And in Tabacco shops, smoking like-Moores,
You that with Fox and Wolfe, by night doe pray,
For that must feed your theeuish throats next day,
You that are inmates to the diuells Inns,
Fild with corruption of the rotten sinnes,
You in a word, that are most vile, most base,
And liue like men that haue renounced grace,
When you doe act the diuells reuells thus
(More blacke of soules, then blackest Crow of vs)
If you but saw what vgly feinds of Hell,
Imbrace you, for your pleasing them so well,
And how about you numberles they swarme,
And with the Seauen deadly sinnes doe charme
Your sinfull lusts, to draw you downe to Hell,
You would reforme your waies, with doing well,
Arming your selues against the diuell stronger,
And so be children of the night no longer.
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