That every place he lived in spued him out.
Lies in his mouth, and malice in his heart,
By nature grew, and were improved by art;
Mischief his pleasure was, and all his joy,
To see his thriving calumny destroy
Those, whom his double heart, and forked tongue,
Surer than vipers' teeth, to death had stung.
Naboth—Stafford.
Naboth, among the tribes, the foremost place,
Did, with his riches, birth, and virtue grace,