Is worse to mee, than Worlds, and Devils are:

For, without this, no pow'r on mee, they had.

This is that Shirt, which made Alcides mad.

It is a griefe, which I shall never cure,

Nor flie from, whilst my life-time doth endure:

From thence, oh Lord, my greatest sorrowes bee;

And, therefore, from my Selfe, I flie to Thee.


When Magistrates confined are,
They revell, who were kept in feare.