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THE HISTORIE OF JUDITH.
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O Lord withdraw not now thy helping hand
from those, that at thy mercie onely stand.
O Lord defend them that desires to spend
their goods and blood, thy cause for to defend.
O Lord grant that the cryes of Children may
with plaints of oldmen weeping night and day.
And virgins voyces sad in shroude of shame
And laudes of Leuits sounding forth thy fame.
Mount to thy throne, and with dissundring breake
thy heauie sleepe. Wherefore doest thou awreake
thy self on Herman with thy burning blast ?
or why ? doest thou on carefull Carmell cast
Thy dreadfull darts ? forgetting all this space,
these Giants that thy Scepter would displace ?
Ah wretch what say I ? lord apardon me,
thy burning zeale (and none hypocrisie)
that frets my heauie hart at euerie howre
Compels my toung this1 language out to powre.
0 thou, the euerliuing God, and Guide
of all our race, I know thou wilt prouide
For our reliefe against this furious boste.
And iustly kill the Captaine of this hoste.
1 know, that thou wilt help my onely hand,
to be the wrak, of all this heathen band.
FINIS.
450
460
p. 66.
Sig. Fij.
1 1584, rhis.

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