With vyolent hand of their forth running lyfe:
My head and body, in tower twynde like knyfe.
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By this my paterne, all ye peeres beware:
Oft hangeth hee himselfe, who others weenth to snare:
Spare to be ech other’s butcher: feare the kite,
Who soarth[1394] aloft, while frog and mouse doe fight
In ciuill combat, grappling, voyde of feare
Of foreyne foe, at once all both to beare:
Which playner by my pytied playnt to see,