Till Pomfret’s wals were sprinkled with his blood.
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But why seeke I, O England, to reclaime thee,
By sounding former euils in thine eare?
That’s yet vntold, the which alone shall shame thee,
As oft of it as any age shall heare,
Tyrants, in whom no pitie doth appeare,
Shall thee vpbraid, and blushing at thy shame,
For past compare shall register the same.
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