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Eleg. 41.
[A foule consuming Pestilence did waste]
A foule consuming Pestilence did waste,And lately spoil'd thee, England, to thy terrour;
But now, alas, a greater plague thou hast,
Because in time thou couldst not see thy error:
Hard Frosts thy fields and gardens have deflowred,
Hot Summers hath thy fruits consumption bin;
Fire, many places of thee hath devoured,
And all fore-warnings to repent thy sinne.
Yet still thou didst defer't, and carelesse sleep,
Which heavē perceiving with black clouds did frown
And into flouds for very anger weep,
Yea, the salt Sea, a part of thee did drown.
She drown'd a part, but oh, that part was small,
Now teares more salt have overwhelm'd us all.
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