Which our dread sire had kept from him before.
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Beyond the bounds of his owne natiue soile,
He proudly breakes vpon our bordering coast,
None seekes t’oppose, he makes no faint recoile:
The spoile and riches of whole countries lost
Can hardly bound the furie of his host,
Neuer did bordering foe inuade so far,
Or wound our kingdome with a greater scar.
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