If likewise such as say the welkin fortune warkes, Take fortune for our fate and starres thereof the markes, Then desteny with fate and God’s will all bee one: But if they meane it otherwise, skath causers skies be none. 14. Thus of our heauy haps, chiefe causes bee but twayne, Whereon the rest depend, and vnder put remayne: The chiefe the will deuine, calde desteny and fate, The other sinne, through humour’s holpe, which God doth highly hate. 15. The first apoynteth payne for good men’s exercise, The second doth deserue due punishment for vice: This witnesseth the wrath, and that the loue of God, The good for loue, the bad for sinne, God beateth with his rod. 16. Although my sondry sinnes doe place mee with the worst, My haps yet cause mee hope to bee among the fyrst: The eye that searcheth all and seeth euery thought, Is iudge how sore I hated sinne, and after vertue sought. 17. The solace of my soule my chiefest pleasure was, Of worldly pomp, of fame, or game, I did not passe: My kingdomes nor my crowne I prised not a crum: In heauen were my riches heapt, to which I sought to com. 18. Yet were my sorrowes such as neuer man had like, So diuers stormes at once, so often did mee strike: But why, God knowes, not I, except it were for this, To shewe by paterne of a prince, how brittle honour is. 19. Our kingdomes are but cares, our state deuoide of stay, Our riches ready snares, to hasten our decay: Our pleasures priuy prickes, our vices to prouoke, Our pompe a pumpe, our fame a flame, our power a smouldring smoke. 20. I speake not but by proofe, and that may many rue, My life doth cry it out, my death doth try it true: Whereof I will in brefe rehearse the[1155] heauy hap, That, _Baldwine_, in his woefull warpe, my wretchednes may wrap. 21. In _Windsore_ borne I was, and bare my father’s name, Who wonne by warre all _Fraunce_ to his eternall fame, And left to mee the crowne, to bee receiued in peace Through mariage made with _Charles_ his heyre, vpon his life’s decease. 22. Which shortly did ensue, yet died my father furst, And both the[1156] realmes were mine, ere I a yeare were nurst: Which as they fell too soone, so faded they as fast: For _Charles_, and _Edward_, got them both or forty yeares were past. 23. This _Charles_ was eldest sonne of _Charles_ my father in lawe, To whome as heire of _Fraunce_, the _Frenchmen_ did them draw, But _Edward_ was the heire of _Richard_ duke of _Yorke_, The heyre of _Roger Mortimer_, slaine by the kerne of _Korke_. 24.