Clif. My gratious Lord, this too much lenitie,
And harmefull pittie must be laid aside,
10 To whom do Lyons cast their gentle lookes?
Not to the beast that would vsurpe his den.
Whose hand is that the sauage Beare doth licke?
Not his that spoiles his young before his face.
[♦] Whose scapes the lurking serpentes mortall sting?
15 Not he that sets his foot vpon her backe.
The smallest worme will turne being troden on,
And Doues will pecke, in rescue of their broode.