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L. Sing, and in heav'n inthrone deposed love,      Whilst angels dance, and fiends in order move.

Therefore, my friends, consider this in brief: He that you fight for is your natural King; He against whom you fight, a foreigner: He that you fight for, rules in clemency, And reins you with a mild and gentle bit; He against whom you fight, if he prevail, Will straight inthrone himself in tyranny, Makes slaves of you, and with a heavy hand Curtail and curb your sweetest liberty.