What hart so hard can heare of innocence opprest By fraud in worldly goods, but melteth in the brest? Whan guiltlesse men bee spoilde, imprisoned for their owne, Who waileth not their wretched case to whom the case is knowen? 3. The lyon licks[1148] the sores of seely wounded shepe, The dead man’s corse may[1149] cause the crocodile to wepe, The waues that waste the rocks refresh the rotten redes, Such ruth the wrack of innocence in cruell creatures bredes. 4. What hart is then so hard but will for pity blede, To heare so cruell lucke so cleare a life succede? To see a seely soule with wo and sorrow sounst,[1150] A king depriude, in prison pent, to death with daggers dounst.[1151] 5. Would God the day of birth had brought me to my bere, Then had I neuer felt the chaunge of fortune’s chere: Would God the graue had gript me in her greedy woumbe, Whan crown in cradle made me king with oyle of holy thoumbe. 6. Would God the rufull tombe had bene my royall throne, So should no kingly charge haue made me make my mone: O that my soule had flowen to heauen with the ioy, Whan one sort cryed, God saue the king, another, _Viue le Roy_. 7. So had I not bene washt in waues of worldly wo, My minde to quiet bent, had not bene tossed so: My frendes had ben aliue: my subiects not opprest:[1152] But death, or cruell destiny, denied me this rest. 8. Alas, what should we count the cause of wretches cares, The starres do stirre them vp, astronomy declares: Our[1153] humours, sayth the leache, the double true deuines To th’[1154] will of God, or ill of man, the doubtfull cause assignes. 9. Such doltish heades as dreame that all things driue by haps, Count lacke of former care for cause of after claps, Attributing to man a power fro God bereft, Abusing vs, and robbing him, through their most wicked theft. 10. But God doth guyde the world, and euery hap by skill, Our wit, and willing power, are payzed by his will: What wit most wisely wardes, and will most deadly vrkes, Though all our powre would presse it downe, doth dash our warest workes. 11. Than desteny, our sinne, God’s will, or else his wreake, Doe worke our wretched woes, for humours be too weake, Except wee take them so, as they prouoke to sinne, For through our lust by humours fed all vicious deedes beginne. 12. So sinne and they be one, both working like effect, And cause the wrath of God to wreake the soule infect, Thus wrath and wreake deuine, man’s sinnes and humours ill, Concurre in one, though in a sort, ech doth a course fulfill. 13.