Where was in my life such an one as I, While lady fortune had with me[1226] continuaunce: Graunted not shee mee to haue victory, In _England_ to raigne and to contribute _Fraunce_? Shee tooke mee by the hand and led me a daunce, And with her sugred lips on mee shee smyled, But what for dissembled countenaunce, I could not beware till I was beguyled: Now from this world shee hath mee exiled, Whan I was lothest hence for to goe, And am in age as[1227] (who sayth) but a childe, _Et ecce nunc in puluere dormio._ 4. I had enough, I held mee not content, Without remembraunce that I should dye: And moreouer to encroch redy was I bent, I knew not how long I should it occupye, I made the towre strong, I wist not why: I knew not to whom I purchased _Tartersall_: I mended _Douer_ on the mountayne hye: And _London_ I prouoked to fortify the wall: I made _Notingham_ a place full royall: _Windsore_, _Eltam_, and many other mo, Yet at the last I went from them all, _Et ecce nunc in puluere dormio_. 5. Where is now my conquest and victory? Where is my riches and royall array? Where be my coursers and my horses hye, Where is my myrth, my solace, and my play? As vanity to nought all[1228] is wythered away: O lady _Bes_ long for mee may you call, For I am departed vntill dome’s day: But loue you that lord that is soueraine of all: Where bee my castles and buildings royall? But _Windsore_ alone now haue I no moe, And of _Eton_ the prayers perpetuall, _Et ecce nunc in puluere dormio_. 6. Why should a man bee prowde or presume hye? Saint _Bernard_ thereof nobly doth treate, Saying a man is but a sacke of stercory, And shall retourne vnto wormes meate: Why, what became of _Alexander_ the great? Or else of strong _Sampson_, who can tell? Were not wormes ordaynde theyr flesh to freate? And of _Salomon_ that was of wit the well, _Absolon_ preferred his hayre for to sell, Yet for his bewty wormes eate him also, And I but late in honoures did excell, _Et ecce nunc in puluere dormio_. 7.