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1Behold how many cobwebs doth
2This ugly spider in her nasty nest,
3Where, barricaded, she in ambush lies,
Domitian-like2, to murder
5Yet such a monstrous spider once I saw
6That would with ease flies, wasps and hornets draw
7Most cruelly into her dusty nest;
8Then, tyrant-like she on their blood would feast.
9Yet did I see a slender
10Make this bloodsucking monster fall and die.
11So the most
impious5tyrants in the world,
12Even in a moment, to the grave are
king of terrors7doth by sentence just
14Grind even their very skeletons to
he upon the pale horse9doth appear,
Julianus10then begins to fear,
17Throwing his blood and spirits in the skies,
18Confessed, yet died, in his
19What by the wars was
20When guilt his conscience, poison, stung his veins?
he that hath three kingdoms in his power13:
22What comfort will they yield that fatal hour
Whenas14that sea of innocent blood shall roar
24To heaven for vengeance? Who can but
25But why do I blame spider’s tyranny
26Who, forced by hunger, kills a
27When man’s the greatest beast of prey of all?
28His house a
shamble17is, or butcher’s stall.
29In all those books which I have read, I find
30There’s none but man doth kill and
eat his kind18.
antediluvian patriarchs19happy were
32That lived by what the earth did freely bear.
Pythagoreans20no blood would spill;
Banians21now no animals do kill
35But such as murderers they do esteem
And oft will buy those creatures to redeem.22
37But stay my pen, write no more than is
38Lest I forget
Noah’s license, Peter’s sheet24.