Forraign and domestick prophesies

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Forraign and domestick prophesies
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London :: printed, and are to be sold by Lodowick Lloyd, at his shop, next to the Castle in Corn-hill,
1659.
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Great Britain -- History
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"Forraign and domestick prophesies." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A84708.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 14, 2024.

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Out of her first book at this part: De Cœlo veniet Sidus magnum in mare magnum, &c.
From heaven there fell a great Starr in the Sie, And burnt it up although both great and hie, So Bes burnt up, and shall no longer stand, Thou Babylon of Italy the Land, VVho muthereth Saints, and many faithfull Jew, Temples tread down that did the trueth avow. Yet thou O mischant suffer shalt great pain, As thou deservest, desert shalt thou remain; Remain shalt thu desert for evermore, Thy native soyle henceforth thou shalt abhore, For thou in poison hath delighted thee, Mother of whoredom and adulterie. As widow-hood, and viper venemous, Ʋpon thy banks thou shalt sit dolorous; And Tyber stood for thee his Spouse shall mourn. Thy minde is mad, thy heart for blood doth burn. Thou doest misknow Gods minde and might; for why, Only I am (sayst thou) and who but I? Eternal God now wrack shall thee and thine, In all the earth shall not resist but ruine, A monument, or yet a mark of thee, VVhich thou haast when God gave prosperity; Thou mischant now sit solitar alone, Hurld fyne to hell with many grievous groan: VVhere thou shalt bide burning both bone and lyre Into that lake of furious flaming fire.
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