282 E. B. Reed, 
But if the Power deuine permited this 
His Will’s the Law & ours must acquiesse 
Cure loquuntur leues 
Ingentes stupent 
[p. 601 | Of Inpartial Fate 
Here we all the Same Danger run 
By the like Destin’s we are ledd 
Same Misfortune to the Shepeard Come 
May attack as well the Crowned head 
Our dayes are Spun vpon that wheele 
The meanest Subiect & greatest Kinge 
To like end th’ Fatal Sisters bringe 
The thread when Cutt both same Sisers feele 
[f. 604] A Carracter of the Romish 
Church by Francisco Petrarca 
Laura Can: 106 
Fiamma dal ciel su tue treccie pioua 
Heauens dire flame sits on thy Curled tresses 
O wrech, from scrip & wallet who’s become 
Both riche & great through those w% thou oppresses 
Soe much reioyces thou when euells Come 
A nest of Treasons wher mischeifes bredd 
Ther hacht in the o’re the World is spred 
Wine Bed good Belly chere & pleasant dayes 
To All, thy whoredoms to the vttmost shews 
|p. 605] Thy seruants younge & old the wanton playes 
This fire wth bellowes Bel-ze-bub blowes 
Such is thy life thou wicked Epicure 
As to the Heauens thy stinch is gone vp sure 
Fountaine of Greefe & woe wraths harbor too 
Temple of Heresy Pitt of Errors deepe 
In elter times we held thee Rome but now 
Babel the peruerse for wet wee weepe 
A shopp of Cousnage prison of Crueltyes 
Wher ills mentaind & wher Goodnes dyes 
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