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 All fight and wreſtle muft who wants this kingdom to obtain Theſe foes with whom thou haft to do want neither ſtrength nor ſkill, They are both bold and impudent, ſeeking thy blood to ſpill The Devil he'll be on thy toy, and all the power of hell Will ſtand in its united force thee boldly to repel. This old fox he doth know full well, what way beſt to prevail, And ſtill he'll take another courſe, where one aſſault doth fail Beſides his natural wit: he hath much of acquired ſkill, Whereby he doth his deeds deſign, accompliſh and fulfil And its no wonder ſince he hath been practiſe in this art, Now near ſix thouſand years men's ſouls to ruin and ſubvert He will not weary ſoon nor tire, this is the work he loves, Moſt conſtant and moſt tedious, he in his tempting proves, Sometimes he'll rage moſt furiouſly, and muſter up his troops By labouring to fear thee with perplexing fears and doubts, And by preſenting to thy view, things to make thee deſpair, Of ſtanding out 'gainſt his aſſaults, that fierce and cruel are,