Like untam’d horses tearing with their throats
One wretched stave into an hundred notes.
Some lazie-throated fellowes thus did baule,
Robert Wisdome’s delight.
They a i hin a moy a meat uh ga have
a ha me uh a ha a gall a.
And some out-run their words and thus they say,
Too cruell for to think a hum a haw.
Now what a whetstone was it to devotion