So mortal man with malice al bested, When good successe dooth sounde a blessed blaste, With brinishe teares then may they eate their bread: For happy dayes from man dooth flee as fast, As poulders force from peece dooth pellet cast: And troubles tedious time with pacelesse staye, Once wonne (alas) will neuer walke away. 40. How I in maze of trouble here did toyle, Iudge you which see me trauise in the same, And howe I was inforst to final foyle, Not nowe, for nowe although it dooth me shame, I wyll declare, how I was fryde with flame. For _Ambrose_ he and _Vter Pendragon_, My castle brent, me and my men eche one. 41. Then _Ambrose_ with his brother’s crowne was crown’d, Which I from hym had reafte agaynst al right: So nowe you see vppon what slipperie grounde They stand, which doo extol themselues by might, Their wandring feete doo walke as in the night, Their stumbling steppes their giltie mindes doo feare, They dayly see the blocke of bale appeare. 42. With scalding sighes they doo themselues consume, For feare to fal dooth yeelde none other fruite, They rage with wrath, they dayly frette and fume, Ruthful reuenge them alwayes hath in suite, And right in time makes might both mum and mute: For that which might by secret meanes hath wrought, By tracte of tyme to open shewe is brought. 43. Vsurpers then doo reape their right rewarde, The foyle once felt, they feele how vile and vayne It is, to be too high degrees preferde By lawlesse meanes: they finde what pinching payne, Amid’st the mindes of such men doo remayne, They alwayes throngde with cruel thretting thrall, Doo feede vppon none other foode but gall. 44. A proofe whereof a plat, a patterne playne, The ruthful race I _Vortiger_ haue runne, Disciphers so, that man may see howe vayne A thing it is his former fate to shunne: Honour obteynde (alas) what haue we wonne? A hidious heape of cruel carking care, Which to consume man’s life dooth neuer spare. [THE INDUCTION.