Religious cloake some one to vice doth chuse,
And maketh God protectoure of his cryme:
O monstrous world, well ought wee wish thy fine.
49.
The fatall skies, roll on the blackest day,
When doubled bludshed, must my bloud repay,[1413]
Others none forceth: to mee sir Thomas Haward
As spurre is buckled, to prouoke mee forward,
Derby, who fearde the party[1414] sittings yore,
Whether, much more hee knew by experience hoare,