I to obtaine the seate from whence I fel, With sacred oath I solemnly did sweare, To end the woorke, which was begonne so wel, And to subdue the _Saxons_ euery where: The _Brittaines_ to my kingly crowne did reare Me quickely then: I at the fyrst, by might Defaste my foes in euery fray and fyght. 33. Then lothsome lucke did turne her whurling wheele, With treason trust intrapte did me betray, Hateful mishappe she had me by the heele, And clapte me close in dungeon of decay, To _Hengest_ nowe I must a raunsome pay: And if I loude my life and libertie, I needes must graunt al he dooth aske of me. 34. For chaunged chaunce of _Mars_ his warres, hath made Me of a king a captayne’s prisoner, To whom there must nowe foure sheares be payde, _Northfolke_, _Southfolke_, _Southsexe_ and _Kent_ they were, Me to release from out my caue of care: Which being donne, I led my life in doute, And fledde for feare to _Wales_ with al my route. 35. Where, as I founde a place that pleasde me much, The situation seemde so passing strong, The worlde me thought might not annoy it much, A castel there I builte: it were to long Here to repeate, silence shall do no wrong To _Marlayne_, he who wonders there hath wrought, If auncient write to vs the truth hath taught. 36. When I had buylt my princely bower there, In bloody feeldes I meant no more to striue: But true reporte did dashe my present cheere: In _Totnesse_ hauen two brethren did ariue, Which quickly would from that my forte me driue: The brethren both of _Constantine_ the kyng, _Peccaui_ they did meane to make me sing. 37. From worse to worse, seldome is better seene, Our present ioyes hereafter thralles do threate, And he who now doth flourish freshe and greene, Must fade and fal as _Hyems_ frosts doo frette: Dame _Florae’s_ feeldes, or as the rayne with wet In dropping dayes the pleasaunt playnes doth drowne, So ruthfull men reaues vs from[1197] renowne. 38. Men may therfore like _Marmaydes_ euer mourne, The shining sunne who do so much delight, That aye they waile like furies quite forlorne: When _Sol_ doth shine, when _Titan’s_ beames be bright, They feare the stormes that may hereafter light, They weepe because they must the sunne forgoe, When stormes do fal, they wayle their present woe. 39.