While dread and feare of Terrour frighteth hence,
In subjects hearts, Loue from Obedience:
For when the Lyon Wolfe lyke liues, the Lambe
Murdred but mercie, dyeth with the dambe.
Hee is a piece, of too much pow'r and worth,
To ryot, and to lavish Furie foorth▪
Hee is the scourge of sinne, altho the same
Shall bee for sinne, cast in the fierie Flame.
Hee th' Actor is, clad with the Cloake of Law,
That all good Acts, and Order doth orethraw.
Hee Fautor is, and Father of th'offence
Whereat hee winkes, or doth therewith dispence.
His Reason in the acting of his furie
Hee in the Bellie of his Will, doth burie.
And in his Temper best, and calmest Case,
Hee's desperate, and in a doubt of Grace.
His People and Kingdomes hee destroyes and wastes,
And all but Care, to Ruine helpes, and hastes.
Himselfe a Prey to's Followers, and Foes,
Hee makes: and all in ende to Ruine goes.
Himselfes a •…•…ortor to his loathsome lyfe,
And feares, each keepes to cut his Throat, a Knife.
Hee scorneth GOD, and is to Him a Traytor,
And makes a God, and Idole bot of Nature.
Hee vseth Reason bot to ruine Sense,
And speaketh faire vpon a foule pretence.
His Will, his Wit, it violen•…•…lie carries,
While Death, and Wrong, together mixt, it marries,
And jugulates, •…•…ot with Injustice hand,
To bib their Blood the best Men of the Land.
Vnlimitable his Lust is, and desires,
And to worke Tragicke Vengeance never tyres.
Inevitable is his Envie and Spight,
Hatcht in his hollow Heart, both Day and Night.
That should bee best of Men, the worst of Things,
Are tyrannous and cruell bloodie Kings.
His Blood-swolne Eyes, Darts ire; his banefull breath,
Breathes with the Basiliske vntimous death.
The hand of him is the vnrighteous Rod,
That smites the Godly, in the spight of GOD.