In men a heap of passions keepe a swarme
On reason, raging downe a furious storme :
How then can reason judge, who thus opprest,
As by a stormy heape can have no rest.
No stormy heap of passions them should sway,
Not letting sences reasons Law obey,
Ever in those who of the land the stay,
Sit on the Bench the poore mans cause to judge,

Bitter oppression shall not make men grudge;
Right shall take place, and lustice there shall flourish:
A holest are you, no stormy hap that nourish.
Might still your mildnesse mightily encrease,
Peace be to you with inaffecting peace:
Ever may you in peace securely sleepe,
Stormes be farre hence, who as no stormy heape ,
Truely beene peacefull and the peace doth keepe.
Oh Brampestone rare, no stormy heape you beene,
Now you have conquered your selfe within,
Easily may you punish outward sinne.