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VII.
Thou, won't to win, now is ſubdu'd,
and come in under yoke:
A ſtranger reigns, and doth deſtroy
what likes him, by ſword's ſtroke.
VIII.
The Engliſh race, who neither force,
nor manners do approve,
Woe is to thee, by guile and flight
is only win above.
IX.
This mighty nation was, to foes,
invicible, and ſtout:
Has yielded low to deſtiny,
great pity is, but doubt.
X.
In former age, the Scots renown
did flouriſh, goodly gay,
But now, alas! is overclade
with a great dark decay.
XI.
Then mark, and ſee, what is the cauſe
of this ſo wond'rous fall;
Contempt of faith, ſalſhood, deceit,
the wrath of God withal.
XII.
Inſatiable greed of worldly gain,
oppreſſion, cries of poor,
perpetual and ſland'rous race,
no juſtice put in ure.
XIII.
The haughty pride of mighty men,
of former vice chief cauſe,
The nurriture of wickedneſs,
an unjuſt match of laws.
XIV.
Therefore this caſe the prophets told,
and long time did preſage,
