With trompets mourning tune, and wayling cries, And drummes, and fluits, and shawmes, wee sound adieu, And for our friends wee watred all our [weeping] eyes, As loth to leese the liues of such a [noble] crew: To th’earth wee bare them all in order dew, According vnto each man’s noble name, And as their byrth requirde and worthy fame, [Euen so to honour them, with herce wee came.] 18. Of noble triumphes after was no spare, Wee _Britaynes_ erst were neuer halfe so glad, That so wee made the _Romaynes_ hence to fare, No tongue can tell the harty ioyes wee had: Wee were therewith so myrry mooded mad,[774] Our fingers tickled still, which came from fight, Wee had before our eyes our enmyes flight,[775] [And nought was seemely then but warlike might.][776] 19. So fares it when the meaner giue the spoyle, And make the mighty all theyr force reuoke: So fares it when great victours feele the foyle, And meaner sorts of count doe giue the stroke,[777] That pearceth euen the hardest harte of oke, For where the weaker win the wage of fame, [And stronger leese their wonted noble name,] The victours harts a thousand ioyes enflame. 20. A Iusting then proclaymed was for those, That turneis[778] would approatch themselues trye, Amongst vs _Britaynes_ (not agaynst our foes) Tweene th’Earle of _London’s_ cosin stout and I: And both the partes wee both could make, perdy, To winne the price, the prayse, the pompe consent, And eke the fame of former warres wee ment, But foolish was the end of our intent.[779] 21. For why, when glory vayne stirres men to strife, When hope of prayse prouokes them once to ire, Then they at all regard no goods nor life, From faithfull frendship rudely they retire, They are so set with glorie’s gloze on fire, That quite they rule and reason wrest awrye, They turne away their friendly fuwting eye,[780] [And others eache, as fixed foes defie.] 22. O God that workest all the wonders wrought, (And hast the powre to turne the hartes aliue) Graunt grace to those that labour so for nought But flitting fame, and titles hauty striue: Let not ambition so the Earth depriue Of worthy wightes, giue them some better grace, That they may run for Countrye’s weale their race, [And not their bloud with braynsicke brawles debace.] 23.