Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.
God is decreeing to begin some newand great period in his Church, even to the reforming of Reformation itself. What does he then but reveal Himself to his servants, and as his manner is, first to his Englishmen?
Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
For what is glory but the blaze of fame?
No war or battle sound Was heard the world around.