Thy mother felt more then a mothers paine,
And yet brought forth lesse then a mothers hope,
40 To wit: an vndigest created lumpe,
Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree,
Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast borne,
To signifie thou camst to bite the world,
And if the rest be true that I haue heard,
[45] Thou camst into the world He stabs him.
[♦] Glo. Die prophet in thy speech, Ile heare
No more, for this amongst the rest, was I ordainde.