IX. To Mr. Lambert Orberstyn.
When
I the bold
become of all abhorr'd
When
I the bold
become of all abhorr'd. Their words are vain and full and full of guile; they
wisdome from their hearts their hearts exile; forsaken Virtue hate. Who
mischief on their beds contrive, and vices propagate. Let not the feet of
pride of pride defeat, nor such as are in mischief in mischief great my guiltless
Soul surprise. The workers of Iniquitie are falne are falne like Meteors
from the skie, cast down, cast down, no more to rise.
George Sandys.