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Look on her enemies, on their Godly lies, Their holy perjuries, Their curs'd encrease of much ill gotten wealth, By rapine or by stealth, Their crafty friendship knit in equall guilt, And the Crown-Martyr's bloud so lately spilt.
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we are not to suppose that they meant to vouch for the genuineness of every production therein inserted and imputed to Cartwright. Was the whole poem
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On the Queen's Return
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and is entitled
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Upon the Death of the Right Valiant Sir Bevill Grenvill, Knight,