Which once being brought to light for such offence,
His grudging ghost with shame was posted hence.
92.
Thus Rome’s blood-thirsting wolues with cruell pawes,
Sought daily to deuoure our virgin lambe,
And plunge poore England in death’s yawning iawes,
Hiding for aye the glorie of her name,
Rakte vp in cinders of a ruthlesse flame:
Thereby t’extinguish that celestiall light,
Which Rome’s red dragon did so sore affright.