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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539484" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Remembrances Of The Renowned Knight, Sir Rowland Cotton, Of Bellaport In Shropshire, Concerning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539484" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Renowned Champion full of wrestling Art,<br>And made for victory in every part,<br>Whose active Limbes, oyl'd Tongue, and vertuous Mind,<br>Subdu'd both Foe and Friend, the Rough and Kind,<br>Yea, ev'n Thy-selfe, and thy Diseases too,<br>And all but Death (which won with much adoe<br>And shall at last be vanquish'd,) where are now<br>Those brawny Armes that crush'd the Dane? and how<br>Doe all thy Languages to Silence turne?<br>Babel's undifferenc'd by the speechlesse Urne.<br>What use of Wisedome now to mold the state<br>Where All are Equall? to appease debate<br>Where All doe sleepe? sowre dangers to fore-fend<br>When Spite hath done her worst and dangers end?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539484" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Had Death a Body, like the Dane's or thine,<br>Th' adst beene Her death; if humane Eares like mine,<br>Thy tongues had charm'd them; if a heart to love,<br>Each quality of thine a dart might prove.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539484" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>One Beame thou living hadst of Eminence,<br>And still in Use, left heere and carried hence,<br>Immortall Love; as busie now as then;<br>There fixt on God yet heere intwin'd with Men;<br>That makes Thee pray for Us, Us write for Thee,<br>Joynes Heaven and Earth in one Fraternity.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539484" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Love sayes thy Fall's not desparate: a Fall?<br>That hopes for Rising. Waite but for a Call,<br>And thou shalt rise, summon'd with Champion sound,<br>Antæus-like, more strong from under Ground.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=William+Strode">William Strode</a></strong></div>

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