The Authours Minde Vpon The Matter Of This His Litle Booke Poem by Edward Hake
The Authours Minde Vpon The Matter Of This His Litle Booke
A publicque peace our highe Iehoue hath wrought:
A priuate warre, with hate tweene man and man
Doth Sathan breede. Good state, but life right nought:
Alas alas, what wretches are we than?
A Vineyard fenst, well fenced from decay,
A State preseru'd, but people frowarde ay.
Ah most vnkinde that neuer wyll obay.
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