Bestow on him some farme, without extortion.
Alas poore Maypoles, what should be the cause
That you were almost banish't from the earth?
You never were rebellious to the lawes,
Your greatest crime was harmelesse honest mirth;
What fell malignant spirit was there found
To cast your tall Piramides to ground?
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And you my native towne, which was of old,
(When as thy Bon-fires burn'd and May-poles stood,