And shaking feuer vex my corps for griefe of hir despite.
My mynde now set at liberty from thee (O cruell Dame)
Doth giue defiaunce to thy wrath, and to thy cursed name,
Proclayming mortal warre on thee vntill my tongue vntide,
Shall ioy to speak to Zilia fast weping by my side.
The heauens forbid that causlesse wrong abroad shold make his vaunt,
Or that an vndeserued death forgetfull tombe should haunt:
But that in written booke and verse their names shold euer liue
And eke their wicked deedes shold dy, and vertues stil reuiue.
So shall the pride and glory both, of hir be punisht right,