Long so in panges hee plungde and panting lay, And drewe his wynde so fast with such a powre, That quite and cleane hee drewe my breath away, Wee both were deade well nigh within an howre. Lo thus one beastly monster did deuoure An other monster moodeles to his[671] payne: At once the realme was rid of monsters twayne.[672] 18. Here mayst thou see of fortitude the hap, Where prudence, iustice, temperaunce hath no place, How sodaynly wee taken are in trap, When wee dispise good vertues to embrace, Intemperaunce doth all our deedes deface, And letts vs heedeles headlong run so fast, Wee seeke our owne destruction at the last. 19. For hee that hath of fortitude and might, And thereto hath a kingdom ioynde withall, Except hee also guide him selfe aright, His powre and strength preuayleth him but small, Hee cannot scape at length an haples fall: You may perceiue a myrrour playne by me, Which may with wisdome well sufficient bee.[673] LENUOY. 1. Wee reade the valiaunt actes of _Hercules_, His mighty labours all and woefull end, But _Samson’s_ conquests of his enemies, The holy histories to vs commend. Yet who so shal on fortitude depend, Still trusting to obtayne the victory, Let him beholde _Morindus’_ history. 2. Or of the death of _Theseus_ they tell, The fall of _Brennus_ and his woefull end, Though hee in force and powre bee nere so fell, Hee cannot still on fortitude depend: Tis vertue sole that all the wise commend: Shee still obtaynes for aye the victory, By true reporte of euery history. 3. Strength, beauty, wealth, facts, fauoure, fearcenesse fell, All earthly pleasures feele a paynefull end, Then happy thrice is hee (the truth to tell) That onely can on heauenly powre depend: But now I must to you the next commend, In blacke, mee thought, appearing mournefully, Declaring thus his woefull misery. How King Emerianus for his tirany was deposed, about the yeare before Christ, 235.[674] 1. The wofull wight that fell from throne to thrall, The wretch that woue the web wherein hee goes, A dolefull blacke bad weede still weare hee shall In woefull sorte, and nothing blame his foes: What neede such one at all his name disclose? Except the haplesse rest of _Britaynes_ should,[675] Not here for shame recite his name hee would. 2.