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Unless it be while some tormenting dream Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils! Thou elvish mark'd, abortive hog Thou that wast seal'd in thy nativity The slave of nature & the son of hell! Thou slander of thy Mother's heavy womb Thou loath'd issue of thy father's loins Thou [[unclear]] [[underline]] of honor, thou most [[/underline]] detested. Cla. in the tower Sorrow breaks seasons, & reposing hours; Makes the night morning & the noon tide night Princes have but their titles for their glories An outward honor, for an inward toil And for unfelt imagination They often feel a world of restless cares So that between their titles & low name There's nothing [[underline]] differs but the [[/underline]] outward fame. Cla If God will be aveng'd for the deed O know ye not, he doth it publickly; Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm He needs no indirect or lawless course To cut off those that have offended him.
