—Do not meddle with the State,
Let my Exit be a warning.
Now unto you both great and small,
My mirth is turned to grief and mourning,
Thus you see poor Layer’s Fall.
A Counsellor I was of late,
And oft I did for Justice plead,
I lov’d both Noble, Rich, and Great,
Till I pursu’d this fatal Deed,
Who by a Woman was betray’d,