What they do wish, I will not: what I would,
They do gain-say, though to a publike losse:
Thus vpon mischiefe’s racket do we tosse
The common good, till bandied by vs all
Into confusion’s hazard it do fall.
39.
Both heau’n and earth, as if in mourning clad,
They did bewaile, what they could not preuent,
When on our selues, our selues no pittie had,
Denide those comforts in due season sent,