And for my sake your ill deserued blame
Vpon my legend publikely shall lay:
Would you forbeare to blast me with defame,
Might I so meane a priuiledge but pray,
He that three ages hath endur’d your wrong,
Heare him a little that hath heard you long.
4.
Since Rome’s sad ruine heere by me began,
Who her religion pluckt vp by the root,
Of the false world such hate for which I wan,