ABSTRACT
Our hands shall we not rest to bath in our owne brest? and shall thick in each land our wretched trophees stand, to tell postcritie, what madd Impietie
4 our stonie stomacks led against the place us bred?
Our hands shall we not rest to bath in our owne brest? and shall thick in each land our wretched trophees stand, to tell postcritie, what madd Impietie
4 our stonie stomacks led against the place us bred?