To those who is by him accounted dear;
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And freely doth unfold how he is bent
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Against his Prince and Lawful Government:
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None strives to reconcile that strange demur,
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They value not what dangers may incur;
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Ambitions Pride did more and more increase,
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For to divide the Land, disturb the Peace.
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In this Caballing strain they did run on,
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Contrary to the Laws of God and Man:
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The Root and Branch of this Rebellious Tree
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Grew great, and spread itself by Villany.
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Here one lies down, who freely did conspire
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To spew forth Coals of most contentious Fire:
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Then Satan comes, and in these Words he said,
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There's nothing can be done without my aid;
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'Twas I that first did put you in the way,
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Then follow on your blows, make no delay:
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And I will be as helpfull to you still
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In your proceedings, to my utmost skill.
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No sooner Satan had this Promise made,
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But wretched Man most willingly obey'd.
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Rebellion taken Root, like Evil Weeds
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Did grow, from Thought to Words, then hainous Deeds.
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Behold where Satan lies! what pains he takes
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To blow the Flames, and vast confusion makes.
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He at the Root doth like a Serpent lurk,
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Seeking to set his Ingines all at work;
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To make desention both in Church and State,
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And all through very hope of being great:
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