For at what tyme the _Saxons_ dyd assayle My _Britane_ state, and tooke eche man a share, My kindome they, euen for their best auayle, Dyd then deuide: for which wyth carking care Them thence to dryue, I did my powre prepare: And beyng come to _Cornewal_ with my bande, I ment to haue duke _Garelus_ helping hande. 5. [I knewe right wel the valure of his minde, Me to my crowne his courage did aduaunce, Him for my good most forwarde I did fynde, He neuer fearde the force of chaunging chaunce: Here I intrapte did stande as in a traunce, Amazde I gazde, as one bewichte, my hart Was wounded deep with _Cupid’s_ cruel dart.] 6. In sacred church[1200] I set to sacrifyce, Those holy vowes, which victories require: Euen whilst I did with al my harte deuise, Howe to subdue my foes with swoorde and speare, Euen then there did this peerlesse pearle appeare, Duke _Garelus_ wife, whose gallant gate and grace, Stealing myne heart, my honour did deface. 7. When _Vortiger_ my brother did oppresse, In exile then my youthful yeares were spent, At my retourne his fault he did confesse, And from his crowne the crowne in haste I sent: Then my delight was in the diery dent Of wrackful warre, but nowe transformde I stande, The auncient oke must growe nowe lyke a wande. 8. I marueilde muche how _Cireus_[1201] songes might please, But now I muse that _Circes_ sorcery, Doth not from euery man bereaue his ease: _Calipsoe’s_ cuppes with poysoned trechery, Cannot so much abridge man’s liberty, As _Circus_[1202] songes, and _Circe’s_ suttle art, Whose chaunting charmes inwrapt with wo my hart. 9. _Vlisses_ sayling by the perilous place, Where these to please the passours by, did play, Where lady _Loue_ doth vante with garishe grace, Her daynty damsels, gallant gyrles, and gaye Intycing trulles, they causde the Greeke to say: “With cables come and tye me to this mast, Lest I my selfe to pleasures court me cast.” 10. Muse not therefore though feature fine of face, Though comely corps, and trim intysing cheere, Made me obay sir _Cupid’s_ mightie mace: The force whereof _Vlisses_ wise did feare: He sail’d aloffe, he from these bankes did beare His shaking shippe, but other many moe Did there ariue, and weau’d the web of woe. 11.