Bishops(i)
10 Beholde the day, beholde it is come, the mornyng is gone foorth, the rodde florisheth, pride hath budded
11 Crueltie is waxen to a rodde of wickednesse, none of them shall remayne, none of their riches, not one of their seede, & no lamentation shalbe made for them
12 The tyme commeth, the day draweth nye: who so byeth let hym not reioyce, he that selleth let hym not be sory: for why? wrath is vpon all the multitude therof