What they do plot is by my powre controul’d, What I intend, vnreuerently they crosse: What they do wish, I will not: what I would, They do gain-say, though to a publike losse: Thus vpon mischiefe’s racket do we tosse The common good, till bandied by vs all Into confusion’s hazard it do fall. 39. Both heau’n and earth, as if in mourning clad, They did bewaile, what they could not preuent, When on our selues, our selues no pittie had, Denide those comforts in due season sent, Which to this nation they before had lent: As with their anger they would vs recall From running headlong, where we needs must fall. 40. Towards th’Articke side of heau’n ore Albion’s rocks, A blazing meteor stood in th’vpper aire, Which with grim looke shaking his dreadfull locks, Bids earth be barren, and the world despaire: Then cals the furies with the snakie haire, To execute that vengeance to succeed, Which fates for wretched England had decreed. 41. Famine, forerunner to deuouring death, Haunts euery coast, where food is to be found, The fruits are blasted by her banefull breath, She makes the clouds to drop, till that be drown’d, Which plentie’s hand had hidden in the ground: Then doth she ransacke both the rich and poore, Deuouring all, till she can find no more. 42. If euer pitie moue a stonie eie, Let her present our age for map of woe, There see for food, how little infants crie, Whom, parents wanting, what they would bestow, With griefe are either forced to forgo, Or else with weeping woe to sit them by, Till faint for food before their face they die. 43. The spouse, that wants to feed her fruitfull wombe, Burying the babe, that neuer came from graue, Cries, in her deare’s deare armes, for death to come, Who mad with sorrow and in hope to haue That left of death, which loue desires to saue: A horrid thing to tell, to saue his owne, Steales other’s children for to feed vpon. 44. When leane-fac’d famine, who with furious thirst Coasting the countrie, through the land had run, Began to breath as hauing done their worst, That other furie pastilence begun To finish that, which they had left vndone, Who 'boue our heads in the infected aire, Her poysned shafts for battaile did prepare. 45.