All that thou kill'st at his feet, yet doth hee
Reserve but few, and leaves the most to thee.
35And of those few, now thou hast overthrowne
One whom thy blow makes, not ours, nor thine own.
She was more stories high: hopelesse to come
To her Soule, thou'hast offer'd at her lower roome.
Her Soule and body was a King and Court:
40But thou hast both of Captaine mist and fort.
As houses fall not, though the King remove,
Bodies of Saints rest for their soules above.