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The Doves and Sparhawk.
[illustration]
An eager Ha••ke wth. winged speed, persues—
A trembling Dove, but an ill fate acrues
As suddenly on him, for by a Clowne,
A Nett was spread neare to a neighbouring towne
Which both surprix'd ye. Hauke did much implore
The man for mercy, since yt. he his store
In new sown feilds neare wasted vrgd ye. Dove.
Did ravin much, therefore did pitty move,
Since he good service did such to destroy,
Which did so much ye. neighbouring swavnes anoy,
The Man reply'd, thy pleadings false tis blood
Thou huntest after, and not for our good
Thy Cruell Nature often Blood hath shed
Which now is lustly falne on thy head
Many pretend their King & Countreys good,
When tis selfe Interest ye makes them shed Blood.