That gaue himselfe to sluggish libertie.
3.
I may no longer on this sleeper byde,
Which for his slouthfull sinne was serued right:
Because himselfe to sluggishnes he plyde,
That plague of sickenesse dead on him did light.
But now beholde, next Forrex came to sight,
Which in this sort beganne his life t’unfold:
Eftsoones thus wise, his slaughter there he tolde.