A Spirituall Song conteining an Historicall Discourse from the infancie of the world, vntil this present time: Setting downe the treacheraus practises of the wicked, against the children of God: Describing also the markes and ouerthrow of Antichrist, with a thankesgiving to God for the preseruation of her Maiestie, and of his Church. Drawn out of the holy Scriptures, By Roger Cotton |
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R. I. in commendation of this worke.
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R. I. in commendation of this worke.
You idle Drones, that fleece and cannot feede,You speechles ones, that can not barke nor bay:
You Slowwoormes mates, that make so euill speede,
To spie the Foxe, and driue the Wolfe away,
This Booke shall be your iudge an other day.
Which sweetely doth recorde:
The mercies of our Lord.
And liuely paints the whoredome of that Beast,
Whose marke Gods Saints do faythfully detest.
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