A Larvm for London or The Siedge of Antwerpe With the ventrous actes and valorous deeds of the lame Soldier |
Epilogus |
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Epilogus
Enter TimeTime
Thus worldlings, Time in his vnwonted loue
Hath staid his course, to rubb the memorie
Of actions long since cast behind his back.
His care is fruitefull, and doth wish to see
No heauie or disastrous chance befall
The Sonnes of men if they will warned be;
But when they spurne against my discipline
Wasting the treasure of my precious houre
No maruayle then. Like misery catch holde
On them, did fasten on this wofull toune
Whose bleeding fortune, whose lamenting cries,
Whose streetes besmear'd with bloud, whose blubred eyes
Whose totter'd walls, whose buildings ouerthrowne
Whose riches lost, and pouertie made knowne:
May be a meane all Citties to affright
How they in sinne and pleasure take delight
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