English poem
Xlvii
There was that great proud king of Babylon,° That would compell all nations to adore, And him as onely God to call upon, Till through celestiall doome throwne out of dore, Into an Oxe he was transform'd of yore: There also was king Croesus,° that enhaunst His hart too high through his great riches store; And proud Antiochus,° the which advaunst His cursed hand gainst God and on his altars daunst.