XXXVIII
This Soule, now free from prison, and passion, Hath yet a little indignation That so small hammers should so soone downe beat So great a castle. And having for her house Got the streight cloyster of a wreched mouse (As basest men that have not what to eate, Nor enjoy ought, doe farre more hate the great Than they, who good repos'd estates possesse) This Soule, late taught that great things might by lesse Be slain, to gallant mischiefs doth herselfe addresses