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ROCHELLE HER YIELDING
And with constant valour, They indur'd such dolour,
that a heart obdure may melt, To heare this relation, And haue commiseration,
on the wants that long they felt.
2 While this warlike Towne
stood in her chiefe glory, Still when Fate did frowne
on the Protestants, Thither haue they flowne,
while their foes were sory, But that old renowne
now braue Rochell wants. For through want of meat, Famine was so great,
that the liuing ate the dead: It grieues me to report, How that in wofull sort
many Christians perished, Through the want of victuall, Whereof they had so little,
that as I before did touch, Those who dy'd by hunger, Were eate by the stronger,
their necessity was such.
3 Horses, Dogs, and Cats,
were esteemed dainty, Frogs, and Mice, and Rats,
were meat for the best. Some did eate old Hats,
to maintaine them faintly, Shooes and Gloues were cates
that seru'd among the rest: Such is hungers power, |
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