For treasonous crimes, because the laws provide }
No Martin there in winter shall abide. }
High on an oak, which never leaf shall bear,
He breathed his last, exposed to open air;
And there his corpse unblessed is hanging still,
To show the change of winds with his prophetic bill.—[214]
The patience of the Hind did almost fail,
For well she marked the malice of the tale;
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Which ribbald art their church to Luther owes; }