On forrayne costes, on kingdomes to incroche, With wrath of wrackfull warres I did despise, And fearing aye the ruth of rude reproche, With carking care I dayly did deuise, How I with peace myght make my kingdome rise, And how by lawe of God and man, I might Giue _Cæsar_ his, and vnto God his right. 9. No God of heauen, no Christ my people knewe: Wherefore to _Rome_ for learned men I sent, King _Lucie’s_ lawes decayde I did renewe, Then preaching made my people so repent Their former faultes, that all incontinent Were baptized, and they[1180] within a space, The fayth of Christ so[1181] firmly did imbrace. 10. That nothing seemed currant in their sight, But that which holye writers would alowe, And that they would imbrace with all their might: To shed their bloud, the same for to avowe They did not feare, at _Verolane_ euen nowe, Amidst the force of fiery flashing flame: _Albion_ the protomartyr proude the same. 11. As careful marchaunt men do much reioyce, When from those iles _Molocchi_, they haue brought There frayghted ships, for then they haue great choyce Of marchandize, which trafficke long hath sought, To finde the ware, which trial true hath taught Wyl’get moste gayne, which beeing got, they giue And cast there care, how they thereby may liue: 12. So I, whom both Sir _Neptune’s_ surging seas, And _Eole’s_ windes, euen God himselfe aboue Did fauoure much, my labouring minde to please, Geuing those thinges were best for my behoue, God’s woorde I mene, which al my men did loue: The pearles which Christ commaunded to be bought, Muste here be found, and no where els be sought. 13. Then they and I made haste, post hast, to leade Our sinful liues as Scripture did alowe: We knowing God, him loude with feare and dread, Deuotion made vs crouche, and creepe, and bowe Our hartes, our heades; we sauage were but nowe, Yet by and by such was the good successe, In fiery flames the truth we did professe. 14. Then flittinge fame the truth to testifie, Against my wyl, at _Rome_ made such reporte, That _Constantinus_ thence dyd hether hye, And being come vnto my _Brittayne_ court, With louer’s lookes hee striude to scale the fort Of my good wyll: but when it woulde not bee, He sighing, thus addrest his talke to me: 15.