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Then Nature's selfe, not strong as of before, But ere the deepes of wrath I enter in,
Yeelds fruits deform'd, as from a bastard seed, When as repentance shall no more have place,
That monstrous mindes may be admir'd no more, As God a time deferres some soules to winne,
Whilst monstrous bodies more amazement breed: I will suspend my furie for a space,
All the portentuous brood of beasts abhorre, That ere the height of horrour doe beginne,
And (since prodigious) ominously dread.

My thoughts may bath amidst the springs of grace, Since all things change from what they first have Tocleare some soules which Sathan seekes to blinde, been,

Lord purge my sp'rit, illuminate my minde. All (in another forme) shall soone be soen.


Pew signes, or none, remaine men's mindes to move,
Till of the Sonne of man, the signe crave sight;
That glory which unspeakeable doth prove,
Christ's substance, no, his shadow, yet our light,
Whose majesty, and beauty, from above,
Shall, ere he shine, make all abont be bright:
The comming of the lord, that signe bewrayes,
As lightning thunder, as the Sunne his rayes.





Yet this vile age(what rage?) some mockers breeds, That big with scorne, disdainfully dare say, " What change mad mindes with such fond fancies Whilst angels him convoy, and saints attend, feeds,


(The Heavens as smoke all fled before his face) From formes first known, since nought below doth Christ through the clouds with glory doth descend, The summer harvest, winter spring succeeds, With majestie and terrour, power and grace; The Moon doth shine by night, the Sunne by day; What flye, walke, grow, swimme, all wbat may Males procreate, and females doe conceive,

end, doe end. Some daily life doe lose, some it receive.”

Earth, aire, and sea, all purg'd in little space:

Strange preparations that great court preceede,
O atheists vile, else Christians void of care, Where all must meete whom any age did breede.
From God's tribunall who in vaine appeale,
That Christ to judge the world doth straight prepare,
You thus (contemning signes) a signe reveale,
Whose hearts obdur'd, the nearenesse doth declare, IMMORTALL monarch, ruler of the rounds,
Of your damnation's, our salvation's seale: Embalme my bosome with a secret grace,
And whil'st your heart both Heaven and Hell derides, Whilst, lifted up above the vulgar bounds,
Your judgement Heaven, your torment Hell pro- A path not pav'd my spirit aspires to trace,

That I with brazen breath may roare forth sounds,
To shake the heart, fixe palenesse in the face :

Lord, make my swelling voice (a mighty winde) Yet foolish soules their pleasures still affect,

Lift up the low, beate downe the loftie minde. (And marrying wives) what mirth may move devise, But whil'st asleep their safety they neglect, What dreadfull sound doth thunder in myne cares? Christ (as a thiefe) against them shall arise, What pompous splendour doth transport myne eyes? And (in a rage) when they him least expect, I wot not what above my selfe me beares, Shall sloathfull servants suddenly surprise, He comes, he comes who all hearts' secrets tryes. Who then shall wish (whilst frighted on each side) Shout, shout for joy who long have rayn'de downe That from his face them hills, them hells, might hide. teares.


Houle, houle for griefe you who vaine joyes most O multitude, O multitude as sand!

Now shall be built, and on eternall grounds, A day of horrour strange shall straight appeare, The height of horrour, pleasure passing bounds. Come down, and in the threshing valley stand, The threshing valley, loe, the lord drawes neare,

Now (noe more firme) the firmament doth flie, And else doth take (take heed) bis fanne in hand;

As leapes the deere fled from the hunter's face; Light soules, as chaffe with winde, doe vanish here? Loe, like a drunkard reeles the cristall skie; The harvest ripe, and the wine-presse is full,

As garments old degraded from their grace,
Yea, wickednesse ore-flowes, all hearts are dull.

All folded up Heaven's blew pavilion spie,
Which with a noyse doth vanish from the place;

The lanterne burnt, light utters utter worth, Seale, viall, trumpet, seaventh, opens, powres, Drawne are the hangings, majestie comes forth.

sounds, What doth not intimate God's great decree,

Who can abide the glory of that sight, Which Nature's course, man's faith, God's inercy Which kills the living, and the dead doth rayse,

With squadrons compass'de, angels flaming bright, Even in a time, when time noe more shall be ; Whom thousands serve, ten thousand thousands The fyre is kindling else which all confounds ;

praise? God's hand (loe) writes, his ballance rais'd we see: My soule entranc'd is ravish'd with that light, When soules are weigh'd (God's wondrous workes which in a moment shall the world amaze; to crowne)

That of our sprite which doth the powers condense, The weighty must mount up, the light fall downe. Of muddy mortalls farre transcends the sense.


A fyre before him no resistence findes,

All then made infinite, no bounds attend, Fierce sounds of horrour thunder in each eare, Times and half times quite past, time takes an end. The noyse of armies, tempests, and whirlewindes, A weight of wrath, more than ten worlds can beare; As slimy vapours whilst like starres they fall, Thinke what a terrour stings distracted mindes, When mountaines melt, and valleys burst for feare; Then Pleiades, Arcturus, Orion, all

Shot from their place, do hurle alongst the skie, What? what must this in guilty mortalls breede,

The glistering troupes (lights languishing) doe dye; While all this all doth tremble like a reede ?

Like other creatures to confusion thrall,

They from the flames (as sparkes from fire) doe flye; The God of battels battell doth intend,

The Heavens at last,griev'd for their falling spheares, To daunt the nations, and to fetter kings;

(All else dry'd up) weep down their stars for teares. He with all flesh in judgment to contend, At mid-night comes as on the morning wings.

As leaves from trees, the stars fromHeaven doe shake, O! tyme's last period expectations end, Which due rewards for what hath past then brings; Darke clouds of smoke, exhausting those of raine,

The Moone all turnes to bloud, the Sunne grows The Lord's great day, a day of wrath, and paine,

blacke, Whose night of darkenesse never cleares againe.

Which (whil'st prodigious formes they doe retaine) That element still cleare in spight of nights,

Of vengeance badges, signs of ruine make,

And not ecclips'd by usual meanes remaine: Which (as most subtle) mounted up above,

Those common lights obscur'd, the just shine bright, To kindle there perchance those glorious lights,

The wicked enter in eternall night. Which dy'd by it, as deck'd by beauty, move; Or else of curious thoughts too ventrous flights, (As whịch may not be touch'd) a bounds to prove, Whil'st staggering reels this universall frame, That they presume not higher things to see,

The Lord doth tread on clouds, enstall'd in state, Tban are the elements of which they be.

His scepter iron, his throne a fiery flame,

To bruise the mighty, and to fine the great; Marke how th’ Eolian bands loos'd from the bounds, Who of his glory can the greatnesse dreame,

That once was yalued at a little rate? Where them in fetters their commander keeps,

He by his word did first make all of nought, (As if the angry sprite of all the rounds)

And by his word shall judge all of each thought. Like tyrants rage,till Heaven to quench them weeps. Whose rumbling fury, whilst it all confounds, Doth cleave the clouds, and part the deepest deeps, When God his people did together draw, By noyse above, and violence below,

On Sion's mount to register his will, Th' earthquakes and thunder both at once to show. He (that they might attend with reverent aw)

Came clad with clouds (sterne trumpets sounding Even so fire which was made (nought to annoy)


[law) To liquid limits clos'd with clouds retire,

And threatened death (wbil'st thundering forth bis Lest what it fosters, it might else destroy,

To all that durst approach the trembling hill: 0! when enlarg'd! and kindled by God's ire,

What compassed with death, he thus did give, It him at mid-night doth as torch convoy,

Ah, who can keep, or violate, and live?
All, all will seeme a piramide of fire:
To God what is this universall frame?

Since this confounding forme did, mindes to tame, Now but a mote, at last a little flame?

(That of their yoke all might the burden know)

Those dreadfull statutes terribly proclaime; The axel-trees on which Heaven's round doth move, All flesh for feare shall fade away below, Shrunke from their barden, both fall broken down; How they were kept when God a count doth claime, Those which to pilots point out from above, A time of terrour more than words can show. Their wayes through waves to riches or renowne, He gave in mercy, shall exact with ire, And so (though fix'd) the strayers helpers prove, The mountaine smok'd, the world shall burn on fire. Night's stately lampes borne in an azure crowne: Those guiding starres, may (as not needfull) fall, When worldlings' wandrings are accomplish'd all.

In spite of nature's powers, which then expire,

Through liquid limits breaking from above, The vagabonds above, lascivious lights, [mire,

Loe, downwards tends the tempest of this fire; Which from fond mindes that did their course ad- The airie region doth a fornace prove, By strange effects observ'd from severall heights,

To boile her guests (as vessell of God's ire) (As deities) idol's altars did acquire,

Which tortur'd there can no where else remore:

[sights, Thrown from their spheres, expos'd to mortals Flames which should still for their confusion rage,

Thus kindled first perchance nought can asswage. (As abject ashes, excrements of fire:) They (whilst thus ruin'd) farre from wbat before, Shall damne the nations which did them adore. The growing creatures which do mount so high,

And as their earthly bounds they did disdaine, With lodgings twelve design’d by severall signs, Would (whil'st their tops encroach upon the skie) Now falls that building more than cristall cleare, Base men upbraid, who not their strength do straine Which daye's brighteye(though circling all)confines, with heavenly helps still higher up to fie, Still tempring times, and seasoning the yeare; And spure at th’ Earth where rooted they remaine; All temporall light (no more to rise) declines, Those leavie bands while as they fanne the ayre, That glory may eternally appeare:

As fittest baits for fire first kindle there.

Who can imagine this and yet not mourne? “ As fit to fall who of themselves presumé, What battell must succeed this huge alarme ? Those raging wrath doth at the first consume." Of Lebanon the stately cedars burne,

The sixth and last of that unmatched kinde, The pines of Idus fall without an arme;

(If each of them doth live a thousand yeares) The fertile forrests all to flames do turne,

Shall sabbath have in ashes still confin'd, And waste the world which they were wont to warme.

Whose birth, death, nest, and tombe allone appeares, To plague proud sinners every thing accords,

That only bird which ore all others shin'd, What comfort once, confusion now affords.

(As ore small lights that which night's darknesse

He from renewing of his age by fire, [cleares.) The smoking mountains melt like wax away,

Shall be prevented ere that it expire. Else sink for feare (O more than fearfull things!) They which the fields with rivers did array, The salamander which still Vulcan lov'd, As if to quench their heat, drink up their springs; And those small wormes which in hot waters dwell, Like faded flowers, their drooping tops decay, They live by fire, or dye, if thence remov'de, Which (crown'd with clouds) stretch'd through the But those last flames shall both from breath expell; aire their wings,

Those creatures thus by burning heat oft prov'd, As did the raine, whil'st fire doth seize all bounds, Show tortur'd souls may pine, yet breath in Hell: What last the first, the last at first confounds. If those in fire (and with delight) remaine,

May not the wicked live in fire with paine.
Then of that birth hills shall delivered be,
Which big by Nature they so long have borne,

That pompous bird which still in triumph beares, Though it fond mortals (slaves by being free)

Rould in a circle his ostentive taile, To make abortives have their bellies torne:

With starres (as if to brave the starry spheares) Gold (as when Midas wish, Ojust decree!)

Then seemes at once to walk, to flie, to saile, Shall flow superfluous avarice to scorn.

His flesh (which to corrupt so long forbeares) What of all else did measure once the worth, Against destruction shall not now prevaile. Shall then lye loath'd by th’aguous Earth spu'd forth. Those painted fowls shall then be baits for fire,

As painted fools be now for endlesse ire.
The godly king's wise sonne from Ophir brought,
With ethnicks joyn’d (all welcome are for gaines) That flying giant, Nimrod of the ayre,

The Indian griphon, terrour of all eyes,
What Spanyards now in other worlds have sought, The scalie dragon which in ambush lyes
That golden fleece still wonne, and worne with paines: To watch his enemy with a martiall care, [dyes,
And yet at last what all this trouble wrought,
From molten mountains shall ore-flow the plains.

Though breathing flames, touch'd by a flame straight

And all wing'd monsters made (since hurtfull) rare: Ah, ah curst gold, what mak'st thou men not do, Since sought over all the Earth, and in it too?

“Types of strong tyrants which the weake oppresse,

Those ravenous great ones pray upon the lesse.” Fond curiousnesse made our first parents fall,

Their nimble feathers then shall nought import, And since the same hath still beld downe their race; which with their wings both levell sea and land, Whose judgments were to senselesse things made the falcon fierce, and all that active sort,

thrall, Which God most low, and they most high do place; And (they for pray, their bearers bent for sport)

Which by their burden grace a prince's hand : Nought in themselves, to us by us made all, The which we first, and then they all things grace; Ere falne on earth their ashes quenched be,

Do thrall great monarchs which even men command: But (straight dissolvid) they shall to Hell repaire, Whom soard of late aloft men scarce could see. To brave a multitude, by them drawne there.

Those birds (but turn'd to dust) again shall raine, At Heaven (when hence) if certaine to arrive,

Which mutinous Israel with a curse receiv'd; Then these barbarians what could much annoy, And those for sport so prodigally slaine, Who naked walke, eate bearbes, for nothing strive, for which (what shame) some belly-monsters cravid, But scorne our toyls, whose treasure is their toy?

Long necks (like cranes) their tastes to entertaine, As Adam first (when innocent) they live,

From which the phenix hardly can be sav'd. And goldlesse thus the golden age enjoy ;

“In bodies base whose bellies still are full, [dull." We barbarous are in deeds, and they in show, The souls are made (choak'd with grosse vapours) Too little they, and ah, too much we know.

The feather'd flocks which by a notion strange, What huge deluge of fames enflames my minde,

(I know not how inspir'd, or what they see) Whil'st inward ardour that without endeeres?

Or if tbeir inward following outward change, A light (ore-flowing light) doth make me blinde,

As true astrologues gathering stormes forsee, The sea a lanterne, th' earth a lampe appeares:

In quaking clouds their murmuring troups which That cristall covering burn'd which it confin'de, The way to ruin fatall lightning cleares.

To waile, or warne the world, hiv'd on some tree. Dust equals all that unto it return :

Nought unto them this generall wrack foreshows, All creatures now one funerall fire doth burne.

Men, angels, no, not Christ (as man) fore-knows. The stately birds which sacred were to love, The rage of time these changelings to appease, Whose portraits did great emperours'powers adorne, Like fained friends who fortune only woo: (ease, Whil'st generously their race they strive to prove, Which haunt each soile wbilst there they finde their Which Titan's beames with bended eyes had borne, Though I confesse this shows their greatnesse too, Shall fall downe headlongs burning from above, Who at their will use kingdomes as they please; (As Phaeton was fayn'd) ambition's scorne. Even more then monarchs with great hosts can do.


But yet where ere they be, they then shall fall, But, ah! in vaine a lurking place is sought,
God's armie, yea, his arme doth stretch ore all. Nought can be corered now, no, not one thought.
Those which theihselves in civill warres do match, The dreadfall noise wbich that great day proclaimes,
Whose sound triumphall lyons puts to flight, When mix'd with sighs and shouts from mortals
The morning ushers, urging sleeps dispatch,

bere ;
Whose wings applaud their voice saluting light, O how deform'd a forme confusion frames !
The labourer's horologe, ordinary watch,

None can well think till that it selfe appeare: Whose course, by Nature rul'd, goes alwayes right. Whilst clouds of smoke delivered are of flames, Those trumpetters dissolving many dreame, They darken would their birth, it them would cleare, May then not see the day which they proclaime. But whil'st both strive, none victory attaines ;

This endlesse darknesse bodes, that endlesse paines. So suddenly all shall with ruine meet,

That even the fowl which still doth streames pursue, If seeking help from thy first parent's slyme,
As if to wash, or hide, her loath'd black feet,

Loe Plutoe's palace, dungeons of despaire,
Then swimmes in state proud of her snowie hue:
Who us’d with tragick notes (though sad, yet sweet) | Bent to encroach upon forbidden ayre,

(As fir'de by furies) kindled by thy crime, To make Meander's nymphs her dying rue.

Do gape to swallow thee before the time, She then surpris'd, not dreaming of her death,

Whom they fore-see damn'd for a dweller there: Shall not have time to tune her plaintive breath.

Heaven over thy head, Hell burns beneath thy feet, The winged squadrons which by feeling finde

As both in rage, to fight with flames would meet. A body (thougb invisible) of aire, Both solid, vaste, clos'd, open, free, confin'de, With owlie eyes which horrid lightnings blinde, Whilst weight by lightnesse, stays by moving there;

This to admire the reprobate not need; As swimmers waves, those flyers beat the winde, Match'd with the horrours of a guilty minde, Borne by their burdens, miracles if rare.

Nought from without but pleasure can proceed: The feathers fir'd whilst stretched armes do sbrink, Sinke in their bosomes' Hells and they sball finde Thongh thus made lighter, they more heavy sink. More ugly things a greater feare to breed.

“Of all most loath'd since first the world began, That sort which diving deep, and soaring high, No greater monster than a wicked man,'' (Like some too subtle trusting double wayes) Which swimme with fishes, and with fowls do fie; All sorts of creatures soone consum'd remaine, While still their course the present fortune sways. Crush'd by their death whose lives on them depend; At last in vaine their liquid fortresse trie,

(Their treasons partners whom they entertaine) Of wrath the weapons nought save ruine stayes. Man's forfeiture doth too to them extend, To fie the ayre downe in the deeps they bend, Whom since they can no further serve againe, For, want of ayre down in the deeps they end.

(True vassals thus) then with their lords will end, Wing'd alchymists that quintessence the flowers,

Though oft they them like tyrants did abuse, As oft-times drown'd before, now burn'd shall be,

Whom as ingrate their dusts that day accuse. Then measuring artists by their numbrous powers : Whose works' proportions better do agree,

Ere it we can call com'd, that which is past, Which do by colonies uncharge their bowres,

Charg'd with corruption slowly I pursue, Kill idle ones, sting foes, what needs foresee: Since without hope to reach, though following fast, Men talk of vertue, bees do practise it,

That wbich (like lightning) quickly scapes the view: Even justice, temperance, fortitude, and wit.

I, where I cannot walk, a compasse cast,

And must seek wayes to common knowledge due: What agony doth thus my soul invest?

For mortals' eares my Muse tunes wbat she sings, I think I see Heaven burne, Hell's gulphs all gape, With earthly colours painting heavenly things. My panting heart doth beat upon my breast, As urging passage that it thence may scape, When that great deluge of a generall wrath, Reft from my self, yet no where else, I rest,

To purge the Earth (which sinne had stain'd) did Of what I was, reserving but the shape.

tend, My haires are bended up, swolne are mines eyes,

So to prolong their little puffes of breath, My tongue in silence mind's amazement tyes.

High mountains' tops both sexes did ascend: Who can but dreame what furies plague thy soule, But what strong fort can hold out against death? Poore sinfull wretch who then art toss'd with breath? | Them (where they runne for help) it did attend : Whil'st desp'rate anguish no way can controule

With paine and feare, choak’d, dash'd, (ere dying The raging torrent of consuming wrath,

dead) In every corner where thy eyes can roule,

Death doubled so was but more grievous made. Their sweetest shows more bitter are than death. Who can expresse thy feelings, or thy feares, So when the flaming waves of wasting fire Which even repentance cannot help with teares ?

Over all the world do riotously rage,

Some to the deeps for safety shall retyre, To look aloft if thou dar'st raise thy sight,

As Thetis kisse could Vulcan's wrath asswage; Weigh'd downe (as damn'd by guilty actions gone) But that lieutenant of his maker's ire, What horrour, terrour, errour, all affright

Makes all the elements straight beare bis badge: Thee; trembling thee, who out of time do'st grone? Scorch'd earth, made open, swallows thousands Oft shalt thou wish that thee falne mountains might downe, Hide from his face who sits upon the throne. Aire thickned choaks with smoke, and waters drowne.

The halting Lemnian highly shall revenge But pretious things the owners' harmes oft breed,
The ancient scorne of other equall powers: (strange) The fleeces' fames the bodies' doe succeed.
Both strong and swift, though lame, (wbat wonder
He then (turn'd furious) all the rest devoures, The flocks for profit usd in every part,
Whose fiercenesse first his mother toils to change, Though them to serve they make their masters bow,
But (having him embrac'd) she likewise loures, And are the idols of a greedy heart,
And with her sonne doth furiously conspire, Which (like old Egypt) doth adore a cow,
Straight from pure ayre, then all transform'din fire. Like Hannibal's, which Fabius mock'd by art,

As walking torches, all runne madding now:
This beat with' horrour may congeale all hearts, By Phebus tickled they to startle us'd,
Life's bellows toss'd by breath which still do move; But Vulcan ruder makes them rage confus'd.
That fanne which doth refresh the inward parts,
Even it shall make the breast a fornace prove.

Their martiall chieftan mastive's rage to stay, That signe of life which oft arrives and parts, (Pasiphae's lover, Venus' daily slave,) (stray, Boils all within, else burnes it selfe above.

With brandish'd hornes (as mustering) first doth At that dread day denouncing endlesse night, Then throwes them down in guard a match to crave; All smoke, not breath, whil'st flames give onely light. Straight (like the Colchian buls, ere lason's prey)

He flames (not fain'd) doth breath, but not to brave; That stormie tyrant which usurpes the ayre, Like that of Phalaris, whom one did fill, Whilst wooll (rain'd down from Heaven) doth him He tortur'd (bellowing) doth lye bullering still. A liquid pillar hanging at each haire, [enfold; Sneez'd fiercely forth when shaking all for cold: He clad with fames a fierie leader there,

Of all the beasts by men domesticke made, Makes feeble Vulcan by his aid more bold;

The most obsequious, and obedient still, Whose bellows, fostred hy the other's blast,

The fawning dog, which where we list we leade,

And wants but words to doe all that we will, May soone forge ruine, instruments to waste.

Which loves his lord extremely, even when dead, The land's great creature, nurceling of the east,

And ou bis tombe, for griefe, himselfe doth kill, Which loves extremely, and with zeale adores,

He doth with tongue stretch'd forth, to pant begin, In sprite and nature both above a beast, [roares:

Which straight when fir'd drawn back, burns all Whilst charg'd with men he through the battell

within. And his arm'd match (of monsters not the least) Whose scales defensive, horne invasive goares,

The generous horse, the gallant's greatest friend, Whil'st foming flames, (as other to provoke)

In peace for ease, and in effect for warre, Straight joynd in dust, their battell ends in smoke. To Aye, or chase, in sport, or earnest farre,

Which to his lord (when weary) legges doth lend, The craftie fox, which numbers do deceive,

A Pegasus he through the ayre would bend, Το

Till that his course (turn'd Ceutaure) map doth get, not be, a prey, shall be a prey; The embrion's enemy, women's that conceive,

marre; As who might give him death, their birth to stay : He first the winde out-runnes, and then his breath.

His waving treasures fir'd, to fye from death, That ravenous woolfe which bloud would always All then a thought more quickly shall decay. Chave. This squadrons' king that doth for fight prepare, Nostreugth then stands, such weaknesse went before, (As threatning all the world) doth raging gue, And subtill tricks can then deceive no moře.

His foot dotb beat the earth, his tayle the ayre, The hart whose bornes (as greatnesse is to all)

Mad to be hurt, and yet not finde a foe, Doseeme to grace, are burdens to the head, (pall

, But soone his shoulders rough the fire makes bare, With swift (though slender) legges,when wounds ap- Death doth to rest, arrest his rowling eyes ;

And melts his strength which was admired so : Then with great eyes, weake heart

, oft danger's thrall

, Loe, in a little dust the lyon lyes. The warie bare (whose feare oft sport hath made) Doth seek by swiftnesse death in vaine to shunne, Those poys'nous troupes in Africk's fields which As if a flight of flames could be out-runne.


In death all fertile, as the first began, The painted panther which not fear'd doth gore,

By looke, by touch, by wound, and every way, Like some whose beauteous face

foule mindes de- True serpent's heires in hatred unto man, The tyger tygrish, past

expressing more, [fame; Which God (still good) in deserts makes to stay, Since cruelty is noted by his name;

To waste the world, though doing what they can: The able ounce, strong beare, and foming boare,

But whil'st they houle, scritch, barke, bray, hurle, (Man's rebels, since God did man his proclaime)

hisse, spout, Though fierce are faint, and know not where to turne: Their inward fire soon meets with that without. They see the forrests, their old refuge, burne.

The crocodile with running deepes in love, The mildest beasts importing greatest gaine,

By land and water of tyrannicke pow'r,
Which others' crimes made altars onely touch, With upmost iawes which (and none else) do more,
By whom they clothe, and feed, not crying slaine, Whose cleansing first is sweet, oft after sow'r;
The Christian's image onely true when such, And oft his crime his punishment doth prove,
Were wrongd, when fain'd of gold, since worth more
snowes which art's fraile colours staine, Whilst a devouring bait train’d to devoure;

He neither now can fight, nor yet retire,
His scaly armour is no proofe for fire.


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