Innocentia muninem tutissimum

THE Lion once, whome all the Beastes did dread,
Doth in a thicket deadly wounded lie,
About whose carkas, yet not fully dead,
Doe flock the Vultur, Puttock, and the Pie,
And where the woundes are greene, and freshly bleede,
They light thereon, and most of all doe feede.

Such carrion Crowe, thinke thou thine enimie,
Who seldome dare assault thee being sound,
But where he doth thy guiltines espie,
With eager hate, he praeies vpon thy wound:
But wisely if thou lead'st thy life vpright,
He leaues thee then with sterued appetite.