These fond affections ioynd with lacke of skill, (Which trap the heart, and blind the eyes of youth, And pricke the minde to practise any ill) So tickled mee, that voyde of kindly truth, (Which if it want all wretchednes[1184] ensueth) I stinted not to persecute my brother, Til time hee left his kingdom to another. 15. Thus carnall loue did quench the loue of kinde, Till lust were lost through fancy fully fed: But whan at length I came vnto my minde, I saw how lewdly lightnes had mee led, To seeke with payne the perill of my heade: For had king _Henry_ once beene setled sure, I was assurde my dayes could not endure. 16. And therefore, though I bound my selfe with[1185] oth To help king _Henry_ all that euer[1186] I might, Yet at the treaty of my brethren both, Which reason graunted to require but right: I left his part, whereby hee perisht quite: And reconcilde mee to my brethren twayne, And so came _Edward_ to the crowne agayne. 17. This made my father[1187] in law to fret and fume, To stamp and stare, and call mee false forsworne, And at the length with all his power, presume To help king _Henry_, vtterly forlorne: Our friendly proffers still hee tooke in scorne, Refused peace, and came to _Barnet_ fielde, And there was kild, because hee would not yeelde. 18. His brother also there with him was slayne, Whereby decayed the keyes of chiualrye: For neuer liu’d the matches of them twayne, In manhood, power, and martiall pollecy, In vertuous thewes, and friendly constancy, That would to God, if it had bene his will, They might haue tournde to vs and liued still. 19. But what shalbe, shall bee: there is no choyse, Thinges needes must driue as desteny decreeth, For which wee[1188] ought in all our haps reioyce, Because the eye eterne all things foreseeth Which to no ill at any tyme agreeth, For ills, to ill to vs, be good to it, So far his skill’s exceede our reach of wit. 20. The wounded man which must abyde the smart Of stitching vp, or searing of his sore, As thing to bad, reproues the surgeon’s art Which not withstanding doth his health restore. The childe likewise to science plied sore, Counts knowledge ill, his teacher to be wood, Yet surgery and sciences be good. 21.