Unthankfulnesse of Minde, a Monster in Nature

On thanklesse Friend, whose trauayle is imployde,
With Asses Damme shall reape ingratefull meede:
Whose wanton Fole by her sweete mylke acloyde,
Oft kicks the Nurse, that doth it choycely feede.
As doe the Vipers broode, whose yongling long,
When mothers care with tender loue hath cherisht:
Requite the same with such vngratefull wrong,
That in rewarde, her lyfe by them is perisht.
Whose Nature is vnkindly to deuoure,
The wombe whence fyrst they tooke their lyuing powre.
To whom we may the vngratefull forte compare,
That Viper lyke seeke spoyle, where they should spare.
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