Come Freind, ARRAY your selfe, and never looke,
To prosper in your Di-o-cease your Booke
Medale with it lesse: for you must Arme
If you intend to keepe your selfe from harme:
Ʋsenow your power only against those
That are the Kingdomes freinds (but yet our foes)
Oh Sr. I me ready, did you never he are,
How forward I haue byn tis many a yeare,
Toppose the practice dat is now on foote
Which plucks my Pretnren vp poth pranch and roote:
My posture and my hart doth well agree
To fight, now plyd is vp: come follow mee
I'le helpe to kill, to pillage and destroy
All the Opposers of the Prelacy.
My Fortunes are growme small, my Freinds are less
Ile venter therefore life to have redress
By picking, stealing, or by cutting throates.
Although my practice crosse the Kingdoms votes.

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