@3Or bene the@1 Manes @3of that@1 Cynick @3spright, Cloth'd with some stubburn clay & led to light? Or do the relique ashes of his graue Reuiue and rise from their forsaken caue? That so with gall-weet words and speeches rude, Controls the maners of the multitude. Enuie belike incites his pining heart, And bids it sate it selfe with others smart. Nay, no dispight: but angry@1 Nemesis, @3Whose scourge doth follow all that done amisse: That scourge I beare, albe in ruder fist, And wound, and strike, and pardon whom she list.@1 |