From the great earle himselfe of Nottingham.
There wee crost Trent, and on the other side
Prayd to Saint Andrew; and up hill wee ride.
Where wee observ’d the cunning men, like moles,
Dwell not in howses, but were earth’t in holes;
So did they not builde upwards, but digg thorough,
As hermitts caves, or conyes do their borough:
Great underminers sure as any where;
Tis thought the Powder-traitors practis’d there.
Would you not thinke the men stood on their heads,