"Would spoyle the fabrick of your Brotherhood,
"Projected first in such a forge of sinne,
"Was fit for the grand Divel's hammering.
"Or was't Ambition that this damned fact,
"Should tell the world you know the sines you act.
"The infamie this super-Treason brings,
"Blasts more then Murders of your sixtie Kings.
"A crime so blacke as being advis'dly done,
"Those hold with this no Competition.
"Kings only suffer'd then, in this doth lie,