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THE ARGVMENT.
From darke Damnations vault, where Horrours dwell,Infernall Furies, forth the lake of Hell.
Ariu'd on earth, and with their damned euils
Fill'd the whole world full of Incarnat Deuils:
For all the sinnes that Hells vast gulfe containes,
In euery age, and euery kingdome raignes:
Murder, and I reason, False disloyall plots,
Sedition, Heresie, and roguish knots:
Of trayt'rous Rebels; Some of highest place,
And some of meanest sort, most rascall bace:
Of which degree, behold a cursed crue,
Such as Hells-mouth into the World did spue:
IOHN LEYDEN, but a Taylor by his trade,
Of Munster towne a King would needes be made:
A Parrish Clarke, a Ioyner, and a Smyth,
His Nobles were, whom hee tooke counsell with:
To these adioyned thousands, Boores and Clownes,
Out of the Villages, and Germane Townes:
Whereof great losse of blood greeuous ensew'd,
Before that Campe of Hell could be subdew'd.
S. R.
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