Religion
Act. 21. I am ready not onely to be bound but to dye.
Religion
COme death, come bands, nor do you shrink, my eares,
At those hard words mans cowardise calls feares.
Save those of feare, no other bands feare I;
Nor other death then this; the feare to dye.
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MLA
Crashaw, Richard. “Act. 21. I am ready not onely to be bound but to dye.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/crashaw/43/.
Chicago
Crashaw, Richard. “Act. 21. I am ready not onely to be bound but to dye.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/crashaw/43/.
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