Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
Than was my carkasse caryed like a hog,
To _Southwarke_ borow where it lay a night,
The next day drawne to _Newgate_ like a dog,
All men reioysing at the rufull sight:
Than were on poales my perboyld quarters pight,[808]
And set aloft for vermine to deuour,
Meete graue for rebels that resist the power.
22.
Full litle know wee wretches what wee do,
When we presume our princes to resist:
Wee warre with God, against his glory to,
That placeth in his office whome hee list:
Therefore was neuer traytour yet, but mist
The marke hee shot, and came to shamefull end,
Nor neuer shall till God bee forst to bend.
23.
God hath ordayned the power, all princes be
His lieutenantes or deputyes[809] in realmes,
Against their foes still[810] therefore fighteth hee,
And as[811] his enmies driues them to extreames,
Their wise deuises proue but doltishe dreames:
No subiect ought for any kinde of cause
To force the prince,[812] but yeelde him to the lawes.
24.
Wherefore,[813] _Baldwine_, warne men followe reason,
Subdue their willes, and bee not fortune’s slaues,
A shamefull end doth euer followe treason,
There is no trust in rebells, rascall knaues,
In fortune lesse, which worketh as the waues:
From whose assaultes who listeth to stand free,
Must followe skill and[814] so contented bee.[815]
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