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Eleg. 40.
[But Britain, Britain, tell me, tell me this]
But Britain, Britain, tell me, tell me this,305
So just upon the time of thy chiefe blisse?
Dost thou not know it? heare me then, Ile tell:
Thou wert not halfe-halfe thankfull for his care
And mercy that so well preserved thee;
His own he never did so often spare:
Yea, he thy Lord himselfe hath served thee:
Yet Laodicia thou, nor hot nor cold,
Secure and carelesse dost not yet repent,
Thou wilt be ever over-daring bold,
Till thou hast vengeance upon vengeance hent.
But (oh) see how Hypocrisie doth reigne,
I villain that am worst do first complain.
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