Two bookes of epigrammes, and epitaphs Dedicated to two top-branches of gentry: Sir Charles Shirley, Baronet, and William Davenport, Esquire. Written by Thomas Bancroft |
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Two bookes of epigrammes, and epitaphs | ||
84. To Herod, Murtherer of the Innocents.
Fie brutish Tyrant, sheath thy blade,So drunke with former slaughters made,
That now it doth at rand on fall
On the most harmelesse things of all.
The Son of Heaven's without thy spheare,
And thou but idlely beat'st the aire
With threats: but mothers groanes and cryes,
That vapour to the vengefull skies,
With Lightning burst, and blast thy Crowne.
Two bookes of epigrammes, and epitaphs | ||