In surgelesse seas of quiet rest, when I Seauen yeares had sayl’d, a perrye did arise, The blastes whereof abrig’d my liberty: For whilste I dyd with busye brayne deuise Them to destroy, which did my courte despise, The boystrous blastes of hatred blewe a gale, My cables crakte, my barke was bong’d with bale. 45. For they (I meane the gentrie of my lande) Both mee, and mine, theirs, and themselues had sold Subiects to _Rome_, from whence a mighty bande They had conuaide to make my courage cold: Into my realme they could not be controlde, But when they were ariude, they quickly brought Both me and mine, and all the rest to nought. 46. _Alectus_ then the chiefetayne of the rest, Spoyling my friendes, he forst me to the feelde, The daye was come, we both in fight were prest: His trustelesse trayne, did seeme to me to yeelde, But al the feeldes with great ambushmentes filde, I coulde not flee, _Alectus_ had the day, With his owne sworde for breath he made me bray. 47. As due desert did force my shippe to flote, So vices vile me drencht in waues of woes: O false suspect, why did’st thou make me dote? Fearing my fall, my friends I deem’d my foes: Fearing the worst, the best I did depose, And was deposde: let other learne heereby, The crooked crabbe will alwayes walke awry. 48. And let them know which do not lothe to learne, That kinges in court, be combred most with care: The pilote’s charge, who sitteth at the stearne, Doth make him watche, when other do prepare Themselues to sleep: so kinges distressed are With doutful dread, and many other thinges, The sheephearde’s life is better then the kinge’s. [THE INDUCTION