Than take a poor man’s life away,
Who cannot stand, ride or walk;
But only ly, or sit and talk.
To this the Duke no answer gave,
’Tis like, he wish’d him in his grave.
A zealous Roman did to him write,
And had in him so great delight,
That he offer’d to suffer in his stead,
Whereat he smil’d, and jeering said,
This man’s contrair Scripture, I see,