I deemde the greatest ioyes in earthly hap, I thought my pleasures euer would abide, I seemde to sit in Lady Fortune’s lap, I reckte not all the world mee thought beside: I did by lust my selfe and others guide, Whereby the fates to worke my bane withall, And cut mee of, thus wise procurde my fall. 11. As I was alwayes bent to hunting still, (Yet hunting was no vice to those I had) When I three yeares had ruld this Realme at will, In chace a chaunce did make my heart ful sad: Wilde cruell beasts as desperate and mad Turnde backe on mee, as I them brought to bay, And in their rage my sinfull corps did slay.[659] 12. A iust reward for so vniust a life, No worse a death then I deserued yore, Such wrecks in th’end to wretches all are rife, Who may and will not call for grace before: My wilfull deedes were nought, what wilt thou more? For wanton wildenesse, witlesse, hedelesse toyes The brutishe beasts bereaude mee of my ioyes.[660] LENUOY. 1. By this appeares that time in _Britayne_ were Aboundant store of wolues, and vices rife: _Mempricius_ tale the like doth witnesse beare, And so doth _Madan’s_ mangled end of life: These though they scaped stout _Bellonae’s_ knife, Yet in the end for vices foule they fell By Wolues deuourde, mine Author so doth tell. 2. The glory vaine that fades and flits away, Makes men so blinde, they looke not on the end: Allurde to losse, on earthly pompe they stay, But fewe to scale the vertue towres contend: Fewe seeke, by Christ, the heauenly way to wend; The onely causes why these Princes fell, Are vices vile, as auncient authors tell. 3. Next after this, on stage a Prince appearde, With slimye glere, and bloud beraide that came, In hand a dagger drawne his foe that dearde Hee bare perdy, and showde mee eke the same: And thus his tale in order hee did frame As shall ensue, so hee mee thought did tell How hee was slaine, and slewe a monster fell. How King Morindus was deuoured by a monster, the yeare before Christ, 303. 1. Let mee likewise declare my facts and fall, And eke recite what means this slimy glere! You neede not faine so quaynte a looke at all, Although I seeme so fulsome euery where: This blade in bloudy hand, perdy, I beare,[661] And all his gore bemingled with this glue, In witnes I my deadly enmy slewe.[662] 2.