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Ovr Mouthes runne o'er with false Superlatiues ,
in praising him, though bad , that did vs good ,
Which are nought else, but true demonstratiues
of the Corruption of our basest bloud .

For, Prite can glue as much as Charitic ,
and Tyranny as much as Mercy can:
But, who applauds or Pride or Tyranny ,
doe Monsters praise, the Minde doth make the Man .

Then shall we take no good gifts of the bad?
I say not so: and yet, I say, who will
Take Kingdomes of the Diu'll , are worse than mad:
for He doth good to no man, but for ill
Then sith, for Gifts , Men giue their Libertie
Such Gifts binde Takers oft to villanie .
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