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62 "What œstrum, what phrenetic mood Makes you thus lavish of your blood, While the proud Vies your trophies boast, And unrevenged walks ghost? What towns, what garrisons might you, With hazard of this blood, subdue, Which now ye're bent to throw away In vain, untriumphable fray? Shall saints in civil bloodshed wallow Of saints, and let the Cause lie fallow? The Cause, for which we fought and swore So boldly, shall we now give o'er? Then because quarrels still are seen With oaths and swearings to begin. The Solemn League and Covenant Will seem a mere God-damme rant, And we that took it, and have fought. As lewd as drunkards that fall out. For as we make war for the king Against himself, the self-same thing