Whose face he made all beasts to feare, and gave
All in his hand, even dead we honour should.
Ah dearest God me graunt, I dead be not defould.[°]
XLIII
The seventh, now after death and buriall done,
Had charge the tender orphans of the dead
And widowes ayd,[°] least they should be undone:
In face of judgement[°] he their right would plead,
Ne ought the powre of mighty men did dread