The shepheards' God so well them guided,
That of nought they were unprovided;
Butter enough, honey, milk, and whey,
And their flocks' fleeces them to array:
But tract of time, and long prosperity,
(That nurse of vice, this of insolency,)
Lulled the shepheards in such security,
That, not content with loyal obeisance,
Some gan to gape for greedy governance,
And match them self with mighty potentates,