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THE CRIES OF THE DEAD
Till that his heart did thirst, more humain blood to shed,
Which in the same full sone crewell conditions bred.
11 No sparke of gentlenes,
but flames of cruelty, Burned within his brest
mischiefes blacke treasury, So that to further ills,
and to more bloody deeds Wanting grace, wilfully
to the same he proceeds.
12 A poore mans child he had
whome he beat backe and syde Continuing it day and hower
till this poore prentis dyed, For which he was arraigned
and by Law had beene cast, But mercy quitted him
for those offences past.
13 Yet those faire warnings here
wrought in him little good, But rather drew him on
For to shed further blood: And being blinded thus
with a persewing ill, Another poore harmles child
he did by beating kill.
14 Harmelesse indeed was he,
and a poore neighbours sonne Whom he did beat and bruze
ere since this frost begun: Onely because that hee
could not worke in the cold Nor performe such a taske
as he by custome should.
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