When he presumde in brother’s seat to sit,
Whose wretched rage rul’d all with wicked wit.
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Yee princes all, and rulers euerychone,
In punishment beware of hatred’s yre:
Before yee scourge, take heede, looke well thereon:
In wrothes ill will, if mallice kindle fyre,
Your hearts will burne in such a hote desyre,
That in those flames the smoke shall dim your sight,
Yee shall forget to ioyne your iustice right.