But proud Astmeroth,[1503] ruler of the north,
And Demegorgon,[1504] maister of the fates,
Grudge that a mortall man should worke so much.
Hell trembled at my deepe commanding spels, 105
Fiendes frownd to see a man their overmatch;
Bacon might bost more than a man might boast;
But now the braves of Bacon hath an end,
Europes conceit of Bacon hath an end,
His seven yeares practise sorteth to ill end. 110
And, villaine, sith my glorie hath an end,