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By Edward third, and Henry fifth of fame, Her Lillies in mine Arms avouch the fame. My Sifter Scotland hurts me now no more. Though fhe hath been injurious heretofore; What Holland is I am in fome fufpence f But truft not much unto his excellence. For wants, fure fome I feel, but more I fear, And for the Peflilence, who knows how near; Famine and Plague, two Sifters of the Sword, Deftru6tion to a Land, doth foon afford; They're for my punifhment ordain'd on high, Unlefs our ^ tears prevent it fpeedily.* But yet I Anfwer not what 3^ou demand, To fhew the grievance of my troubled Land ? Before I tell th' Effea, Pie Ihew the Caufe Which are my fins the breach of facred Laws, Idolatry fupplanter of a Nation, With foolifh Superftitious Adoration, Are ^ lik'd and countenanc'd by men of might. The Gofpel troden "' down and hath no right.* Church Offices were " fold and bought for gain. That Pope had hope to find, Rome here again, For Oaths and Blafphemies, did ever Ear, From Belzebiib himfelf fuch language hear; What fcorning of the Saints of the moft high ? What injuries did daily on them lye /
k thj. * The Great Plague came in 1665, about twenty years after,
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