Caelica, Sonnet XC

THe Turkish gouernment allowes no Law,
Mens liues and states depend on his behest;
We thinke Subiection there a seruile awe,
Where Nature finds both honour, wealth and rest,

Our Christian freedome is, we haue a law,
Which euen the Heathen thinke no Power should wrest;
Yet proues it crooked as power lists to draw,
The rage or grace that lurkes in Princes brests.
Opinion bodies may to shadowes giue,
But no burnt Zone it is, where People liue.