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«Ho! mandates of the living God, how tyrants little reck! Ho! mandates of an earthly king, how galling to the neck! How much of evil and of good together here are mix'd How much of evil here we find with good to it affix'd! Now by the healing blood of Christ will Etiwando swear, God help him now to keep the vow--no tyrant now shall swear, Nor kingly crown, nor purple robe within a land like this.» ............................................................