But what doe I accuse my father’s hest, What meane I here th’ unfaulty for to blame: All hee commaunded euen was for the best, Though in effect of best the worst became. So thinges oft times well ment vnfitly frame, So often times the counsayle of our frend Apparent good falls faulty in the end. 4. For as hee wisht I vsde his counsailes ayde In ech thing that I deemde was good for mee I neuer ought that they desir’d denayde, But did to all their mindes and hests agree: And _Corinœus_ sawe my heart so free, By diuers meanes hee sought this match to make, That to my wife I might his daughter take. 5. So I,[240] that wist not then what mariage ment, Did straight agree his _Guendoline_ to haue: Yet afterward suspecting his intent, My frendes to mee this poynte of counsaile gaue, That who so doth of Prince aliaunce craue, Hee meanes thereby to worke some poynte of ill, Or else to frame the Prince vnto his will. 6. It may well bee hee ment no euill[241] at all, But wyse men alwayes vse to dreade the worst. And sith it was the fountayne of my fall, From whence the spring of all my sorowes burst, I may well thinke was some of vs accurst. For why, the end doth alwayes proue the facte: By end wee iudge the meaning of the acte. 7. I made no haste to wed my spoused wyfe, I wist I could (as yet) without hir bide: I had not tasted ioyes of trayned life, I deem’d them fooles by Cupid’s dart that dide. Venus vile and all hir feates[242] defyde, I[243] liu’d at rest, and rulde my land so well That men delighted of my facts to tell. 8. My brethren eke long welded well theyr partes, Wee fearde no foes, wee thought our state would stand: Wee gaue our selues to learned skilfull artes, Wherein wee either fruite or pleasure fand, And wee enioyde to[244] fine a fertile lande, That fewe in earth might with our states compare, Wee liu’d so voyde of noysome carke and care. 9. But see the chaunce: when least wee thought of ill, When wee esteem’d our state to bee most sure, Then came a flawe to bridle all our will, For straungers farre gan vs to warre procure: And euen when first they put their pranke in vre, On _Albayne_ shoares my brother there they slewe, Whose death wee after made the _Hunnes_ to rue. 10.