English poem
Xix
Glad of such lucke, the luckelesse° lucky maid, Did her content to please their feeble eyes, And long time with that salvage people staid, To gather breath in many miseries. During which time her gentle wit she plyes, To teach them truth, which worshipt her in vaine, And made her th' Image of Idolatryes°; But when their bootlesse zeale she did restraine From her own worship, they her Asse would worship fayn.