A Larvm for London or The Siedge of Antwerpe With the ventrous actes and valorous deeds of the lame Soldier |
Prologus. |
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Prologus.
Enter Time.Round through the compasse of this earthly ball,
The massie substance hanging in the skye,
Hath fleeting Time pursu'd this froward age;
And searcht the worlds corrupt enormities.
Heere found J some, despite my hoary scalpe,
There sound I Courtiers laught my course to scorne,
In that place daintie mouthed Damsels scoffe,
Sticking my feathers with their borrowed plumes,
As though my beauty were not good enough.
And now this faire concourse heere met together,
That haue calme leasure to beholde their faultes,
VVithin my furrowed bosome deepe ingrau'd:
Like a steele forg'd impression (fixed firme)
Are met together: you will scorne my wants,
Laugh at my lamenes, looke basely, fume and frownes
But doe so, doe so, your proude eyes shall see
The punishment of Citty cruelty:
And if your hearts be not of Adamant,
Reforme the mischiefe of degenerate mindes,
And make you weepe in pure relenting kinde.
FINIS.
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