English poem
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Full many mischiefes follow cruell Wrath; Abhorred bloodshed and tumultuous strife, Unmanly murder, and unthrifty scath,° Bitter despight, with rancours rusty knife, And fretting griefe the enemy of life; All these, and many evils moe haunt ire, The swelling Splene,° and Frenzy raging rife, The shaking Palsey, and Saint Fraunces fire:° Such one was Wrath, the last of this ungodly tire.