Of this act I know not what to say,
Since Solomon speaks another way,
And a great, yea wiser King than he,
Bids us to feed our enemie,
And give him water for to drink:
For me, I know not what to think.
But Burke of all at last got free,
When th’ act of grace gave libertie,
And home to Edinburgh came again,
For’s love to Charles got nought but pain,