And, though ’twould grieve a soul to see God’s image
So blemished and defaced, yet they do act
Such antic and such pretty lunacies,
That, spite of sorrow, they will make you smile.
Others, again, we have, like hungry lions,
Fierce as wild bulls, untameable as flies;
And these have oftentimes from strangers’ sides
Snatch’d rapiers suddenly and done much harm;
Whom if you’ll see, you must be weaponless.”
We may ask him about his treatment of these poor creatures, who are ever in fear of the lash.