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A Dialogue between Old £;z-
£-la7id and 'New, concerning their prefent Troubles, Anno, 1642.
��JVew-Eng'Ia.nd.
A Las dear Mother, faireft Queen and beft, ^ ^ With honour, wealth, and peace, happy and bleft; What ails thee hang thy head, & crofs thine arms / And fit i'th' duft, to figh thefe fad alarms? What deluge of new woes thus over-whelme The glories of thy ever famous Realme? What means this wailing tone, this mournfuP guife? Ah, tell thy daughter, fhe may fympathize.
Old England.
Art ignorant indeed of thefe my woes? Or muft my forced tongue thefe griefs difclofe ? And muft myfelf difre6l my tatter'd ftate, Which 'mazed Chriftendome ftands wondrinor at?
o ^ mourning.
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