Epigram 9 (Besides contentions to vs naturall,)

Besides contentions to vs naturall,
And to our age: besides all wickednesse
So rife so ripe, so reaching ouer all,
And murdring malice raging in excesse.
We haue inuented engines to shed blood,
Such as no age did euer knowe before.
Like as God thundreth from the ayrie clowde:
Lightning forth death out of deaths house of store.
What Arte had euer more perfection.
Then murder hath, since gonns did worke our euill?
Fye on all mischieuous inuention.
Fye on all wicked heads, fye on the diuell,
Which vs such murdring instruments assignes.
It is to much to haue such murdring mindes.