Their frouning lookes, theyr frounced[1385] myndes bewray:
In hast they runne, and mids their race they stay,
As gidded roe: amids their speach they whist,
At meate they muse, noe where they may persist,
But some feare netleth them: ay, hang they soe,
Soe neuer wants[1386] the wicked murthrer woe.
36.
An infant rent with lyon’s ramping pawes?
Why slaunder I lyons? they feare the sacred lawes
Of princes[1387] bloud: ay mee, more brute then beast,