VIII.
Lord, curse Edom's traiterous kinde, Beare in minde In our ruines how they revell'd. 45 _Sack_, _kill_, _burne_, they cry'd out still, _Sack_, _burne_, _kill_, Downe with all, let all be levell'd.
The Poems of John Donne, Volume 1 (of 2): Edited from the Old Editions and Numerous Manuscripts
Lord, curse Edom's traiterous kinde, Beare in minde In our ruines how they revell'd. 45 _Sack_, _kill_, _burne_, they cry'd out still, _Sack_, _burne_, _kill_, Downe with all, let all be levell'd.