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Eleg. 22.
Yeares heavie laden with their months, retire;
Months, gone their date of numbred daies, expire;
The daies, full houred, to their period tend;
And howers, chac'd with light-foot Minutes, end;
Yet my undated evills, no time will minish,
Though yeares & months, though daies and howers finis:
Feares flocke about me, as invited guests
Before the Portalls, at proclamed feasts;
Where heavē hath breathd, that man, that state must fall,
Heaven wants no thunder-bolts to strike withall:
I am the subject, of that angry Breath,
My sonnes are slaine, and I am mark'd for death.
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