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Leak'd all Things terrible, and Murder first,
Who proul'd about the Earth and groan'd for Blood;
And treachery, breaking up the League of Friends
And rending Nature's Bond, a solemn writ,
With Heaven's own Seal imprest: and Avarice pale,
A Woolfish-Visag'd Fiend [and] fang'd with Care.
Hence War, in all her guilty Majesty
In slow pomp riding o'er a [threat'ned] Land,
With all the murderous Whispers of the Camp