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Te Duce
From Minerva Britanna (1612)
THE Partrich young, in Foulers net y caught,
Too late the error of their damme repent,
For why? her call them into daunger brought,
And taught at first, the heedeles way they went:
Heereby are kinges our common nurses ment,
When to their lustes, themselues become a pray,
And by example, thousandes cast awaie.
Not heerevpon, as may of most be thought,
We should our Prince, like Rebells disobey,
When they be Tyrants, or with vices nought,
Do hasten others, and their owne decay:
But to the Lord, like Christians rather pray
For mercie, who hath in his anger sent
Such wretches vile, to be our punishment.
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Peacham, Henry. “Te Duce.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/peacham/82/.
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Peacham, Henry. “Te Duce.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/peacham/82/.
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