The Fie Pi and the Spirit. 383
For I have vow'd, (and fo will doe)
Thee as a foe, ftill to purlue.
And combate with thee will and mull, [231]
Untill I fee thee laid in th' dull.
Sifters we are, ye twins we be,
Yet deadly feud 'twixt thee and me;
For from one father are we not,
Thou by old Adam waft begot.
But my arife is from above,
Whence my dear father I do love.
Thou fpeak ft me fair, but hat ft me fore,
Thy flatt'ring fliews He truft no more.
How oft thy ftave, haft thou me made,
when I believed, what thou haft faid,
And never had more caufe of woe
Then when I did what thou bad'ft doe.
He ftop mine ears at thefe thy charms,
And count them for my deadly harms.
Thy finfull pleafures I doe hate,
Thy riches are to me no bait.
Thine honours doe, nor will I love;
For my ambition lyes above.
My greateft honour it fhall be
When I am vi6tor over thee.
And triumph fhall, with laurel head.
When thou my Captive fhalt be led,
How I do live, thou need'ft not fcoft^,
For I have meat thou know'ft not off";
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