O blinde beleefe, O hope of higher hope, Why did you moue my minde to meditate, Howe I in woe king _Edmunde_ might inwrap, And howe I might depresse my kinge’s estate? Thou blinde beleefe, thou breeder of debate, I wanting grace did let thee moue my minde, Causlesse to kil a courteous king, and kinde.[1248] 5. He being kilde, I to _Canutus_ went, To whom I sayd: “See here a faithfull friend, I for thy loue with bloody blade haue bent,[1249] And brought my king to his vntimely ende: Thou by that meanes shalt rule thy realme with rest, My friendly fist with happie good successe, Hath thee inricht with blisse and happinesse.” 6. “Hast thou,” quoth he, “destroyde thy souerayn king? Thou faythlesse fauning friende, for loue of me? Thou verlet vile, and couldste thou doo the thing The which might more abridge my libertie? O heynous acte! O bloody crueltie! But sith that loue did moue thee doo that deede, Thou for thy paynes shalt be preferde with speede.” 7. Wherewith in haste he to the hangman said: “Let this man’s head the hyghest place obtayne On _London_ walles:” wherewith I neuer stayde, But on a blocke my necke was cut in twayne, In all men’s sighte, my head did long remayne: See here what wit the grape of hope dooth yeeld, See on what sand such busie braynes do builde. 8. O hateful thing that fancie’s fonde delight, The sense of mortal man should senselesse make: When vice’s vaunts with vertue’s deedes dare fyght, Then dooth the soule the happie heauens forsake, Then man makes haste to _Plutoe’s_ lothsome lake: Why should man loue that sugered sowre sweete, Which wisedom’s lore to lothe hath thought most meete? [THE INDUCTION.