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Sanctitas simulata
From Minerva Britanna (1612)
VPON a Crowne with pretious Iemmes beset,
Say what's the reason thus a hat we see,
Since Diadem's of Princes ever yet,
From base controule, haue beene exempt and free:
There is a sect, whome PVRITANS they call,
Whose pride this Figure fitteth best of all.
Not such I meane, as are of Faith sincere,
And to doe good endevour all they can,
Would all the world of their religion were,
We taxe th'aspiring factious Puritan:
Whose Paritie, doth worst confusion bring,
And Pride presumes to overlooke his King.
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MLA
Peacham, Henry. “Sanctitas simulata.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/peacham/168/.
Chicago
Peacham, Henry. “Sanctitas simulata.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/peacham/168/.
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