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Ieffereidos,
Or the Captivitie of
Jeffery.
Canto the first.
A Sayle! a sayle! cry'd they, who did consent
Once more to break the eighth Commandement
For a few Coles; of which by theft so well
Th'are stor'd; they have enow to furnish Hell
With penall heat; though each sad Devill there
A frozen Muscovite, or Russian were:
The chase grew swift; whilst an old weary Pinke,
Not us'd to fly, and somewhat loth to sinke,
Did yeeld unto the Foe; who boards her strait;
And having rifled all her precious Freight;
A trembling Britaine kneeles, and did beseech
Each composition there, of Tarre and Pitch,
Once more to break the eighth Commandement
For a few Coles; of which by theft so well
Th'are stor'd; they have enow to furnish Hell
With penall heat; though each sad Devill there
A frozen Muscovite, or Russian were:
The chase grew swift; whilst an old weary Pinke,
Not us'd to fly, and somewhat loth to sinke,
Did yeeld unto the Foe; who boards her strait;
And having rifled all her precious Freight;
A trembling Britaine kneeles, and did beseech
Each composition there, of Tarre and Pitch,
⟨That⟩
