Secundus deteriora dies

WHEN as TIBERIVS CAESAR past along
The streetes of Rome, by chaunce he did espie
A Lazar poore, who there amid the throng,
Did full of sores, and loathsome vlcers lie,
About the which, so busie was the flie:
That moou'd with pittie, CAESAR willed some,
Stand by to kill them, as they saw them come.

Whereat the wretch, did suddainely replie,
These flies are full, pray let them yet alone,
For being kill'd, a fresher companie,
More hunger pincht, would bite me to the bone:
So when the wealthy Iudge, is dead and gone:
Some starue one succeedes, who biteth more,
A thousand times, then did the full before.