The ground did shake, and rent, and tempests rise, The haylestones mighty fall, the thunders rore The lightnings flasheing dazled all our eyes, The _Britaynes_ from th’assaute were ouer bore,[648] My souldiers slayne discomfit mee before, And I sore wounded, foule amazde, orecome with [toile and] smart, T’escape the _Greekishe_ sword [and shame] did perce my selfe to th’harte.[649] 85. You noble captaynes now that know my facts, Learne valiauntly in warres the sword to wend, Let fame extoll your wise and warlike acts, And let report your fortitude commend: But let your warfares haue a wiser end, And let what _Bochas_ writes and _Higgins_ here doth pen, As myrours shew what good[650] wee gate, to warre with _Delphos_ men. LENUOY. 1. Great ruth that such a noble conqueroure, Should haue so hard and infamous an end, Which of the worlde might haue bene Emperour, If all be true that storyes him commend: But where is Fortune permanent a frend? Shee blyndely baytes and bathes her Impes in blisse, Who trustes her still I count ill fortune his. 2. _Galerius_ and _Florianus_ stoute, And _Iulian_ of _Rome_ the Emperours, And _Diocesiane_ of _Constantine_ in doubte, Though in their times full worthy warriours, So counted often noble conquerours, They slewe themselues, abated from their blisse: Which who so doth I count ill fortune his. 3. _Cordila_ slewe her selfe in prison pent, And _Dido_ for _Æneas_ flight away, That _Iudas_ which betrayde the innocent, And _Pontius Pilate_ wrought their owne decay: What neede I here on desperate captiues staye? Sith who so bathes in flickering Fortune’s blisse, Without God’s grace I count ill fortune his. 4. The warres haue prosperde well with Princes oft, Yet best with such who vertue sought alone, The rest, which onely werde to wende aloft, Were euer foylde confounded by their fone: But here I cease, the next full woe begone, With rented corps appeard deuoyde of blisse; Recounting thus that haplesse ende of his. How King Kimarvs was deuoured by wilde beastes the yeere before Christ 321. 1. No place commendes the man vnworthie prayse. No title of estate[651] doth stay vp vices fall, No wicked wight to woe can make delayes, No loftie lookes preserue the proud at all, No brags or boast, no stature high and tall, No lustie[652] youth, no swearing staring stout, No brauery, banding, cogging, cutting out. 2.