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XI.

_The Confessors._

Therefore with thee triumpheth there A Virgin Squadron of white Confessors, Whose bloods betroth'd, not marryed were, Tender'd, not taken by those Ravishers: They know, and pray, that wee may know, 95 In every Christian Hourly tempestuous persecutions grow; Tentations martyr us alive; A man Is to himselfe a Dioclesian.