I lay then to thy charge unjustice Tirannie,
If rule by force without all claime, a Tyrant sheweth;
For thou art my hearts Lord, who am not borne thy slave,
And which is worse makes me most guiltles torments have.
A rightfull Prince by unrightfull deeds a Tyrant groweth.
11 Loe you grow proud with this, for Tyrants makes folks bow:
Of foule rebellion then I do appeach thee now,
Rebels by Natures lawes rebell by way of reason:
Thou sweetest subject wert borne in the Realme of Love,
And yet against thy Prince, thy force dost daily prove.