Acts 21; I Am Ready Not Onely To Be Bound but To Dye

Come death, come bands, nor do you shrink, my eares,
At those hard words mans cowardise calls feares.
Save those of feare, no other bands feare I;
Nor other death then this; the feare to dye.
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