To honours false, who all theyr gestes deceiue.
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Honoures are like that cruell king of Thrace,
With new come gestes that fed his hungry horses:
Or like the tyrant Busiris, whose grace
Offred his gods all straungers strangled corses:
To forreyners so hard false honor’s force is,
That all her bourders, straungers, eyther geastes,
She spoyles to feede her gods and greedy beastes.
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