For when he hath wonne a countrey, towne, or sygnory, he desyreth nothynge but truage […]

You go and leave them in the Gentlemen. Leave 'em in the lavatory?

that ruine which waits upon such a supine temper

[S]he to Almesbury / Fled all night long by glimmering waste and weald, / And heard the Spirits of the waste and weald / Moan as she fled, or thought she heard them moan: […]