Vnto the world[2088] were euery day bewrai’d,
From which the doubt did of her power begin,
Damnation yet to question what she said,
Made most suspect the faith they had been in,
When their saluation easly might be bought,
Found not this yet the way that they had sought.
94.
When those ill humours ripened to a head,
Bred by the ranknesse of the plentious land,
And they not only strangely from her fled,