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Curse not the king, no not in thy thought, neither curse the rich in thy bed chamber: for the heauen shall carry thy voice, and that which hath wings, shall de∣clare the mat∣ter.
Then slander not such Prince, that counsell graue,
By whom so many benefits we find,
Their many merits, many thankes do craue,
Each honest hart to reuerent loue they bind,
And base backbiters only are vnkind.
The lawes of God, and nature willed haue,
The Magistrate should reuerenced bee,
The lawes of man the bounds vnto thee gaue
Of words and deeds, but God the thought doth see,
In deed then, word, and thought them honor aye,
Least flying fowles of ayre, thy guilt bewray.