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From a fat Meadow ground-, or feecy Flock, 

 ■Ewes and their bleating Lambs, over the plain 

 'Their booty, fcarce with life the Shepherds Jly, 

 But call in aid, which makes a bloody fray. 

 With cruel tournament the Squadrons joyn ; 

 Where Cattle pafturd late, now fcatter'd lyes 

 With Carcafes a?id Arms the enfanguind Field 

 Defer t ed : Others to a City Jlrong 

 Layfiege, encamfd-, by Battery, Scale, and Mine, 

 Afaulting -, others from the Wall defend 

 With T>art and favlin. Stones, and fulph' roiis 



Fire ; 

 On each hand faughter and gigantick deeds. 

 In other part the fcepter d Heralds call 

 To council in the City Gates : Anon 

 Grey-headed Men and grave, with Warriours 



mix'd, 

 AJfemble, and Harangues are heard, but foon 

 In factious oppofition, till at laji 

 Of middle age o?ie rifing, eminent 

 In wife deport, [pake much of Bight and Wrong, 

 Of yuftice, of Religion, Truth and Peace, 

 And Judgment fro?n above: Him eld and young 

 Exploded, ajid had feiz'd with violent hands 

 Had not a Cloud defending fnatch'd him thence 

 Lhifeen amid the throng -, fo violence 

 Proceeded, and Opprefion, and Sword Law 

 Through all the Plain, and refuge none was 



found, 



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