Able to charme those mutinous heads of Trent,
And urge the Canon home, when they conspire
Against the crosse and bells with swords and fire.
There stood a Castle, too; they shew us here
The roome where the King slep’t[101], the window where
He talk’t with such a lord, how long he staid
In his discourse, and all, but what he said.
From hence, without a perspective, wee see
Bever and Lincolne, where wee faine would bee;
But that our purse and horses both are bound