The Chronicle Historie of Perkin Warbeck A Strange Truth |
To my faithfull, no lesse deserving friend,
the Authour; This indebted Oblation. |
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To my faithfull, no lesse deserving friend, the Authour; This indebted Oblation.
Perkin is rediviu'd by thy strong hand,And crownd' a King of new; the vengefull wand
Of Greatnesse is forgot: His Execution
May rest vn-mention'd; and His birth's Collusion
Lye buried in the Storie: But His fame
Thou has't eterniz'd; made a Crowne His Game.
His loftie spirit soares yet. Had He been
Base in his enterprise, as was his sinne
Conceiv'd, His Title, (doubtlesse) prou'd vnjust,
Had, but for Thee, been silenc't in his dust.
George Crymes, miles.
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