By
John Donne.
Two little fishes whom hee never harm'd,
Nor fed on
their kinde, two not throughly arm'd
With hope that they could kill him,
nor could doe
Good to themselves by his death (they did not eate
His flesh, nor suck those oyles, which thence outstreat)
Conspir'd
against him, and it might undoe.
The plot of all, that the plotters were
two,
But that they fishes were, and could not speake.
How shall a
Tyran wise strong projects breake,
If wreches can on them the common
anger wreake?
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