No More Learning

That though so many bookes, so many rolles
Of auncient time recorde what grevous plagues Light on these rebelles aye, and though so oft Their eares have heard their aged fathers tell What juste reward these traitours still receyve;
Yea though themselves have sene depe death and bloud By strangling cord and           of the sword
To such assigned, yet can they not beware;
Yêt can not stay their lewde rebellious handes, * But suffring, loe, fowle treason to distaine
Their wretched myndes, forget their loyall hart, Reject truth, and rise against their prince.