Great Britain -- History -- Poetry; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Sources
Who trusts too much to[1572] honour’s highest throne,
And warely[1573] watch not sly dame fortune’s snares:
Or who in court will beare the swinge[1574] alone,
And wisely weigh not how to wield the care,
Behold hee mee, and by my death beware:
Whome flattering fortune falsely so beguylde,
That, loe, she slewe, where erst full smooth she smilde.
2.
And, _Sackuille_, sith in purpose now thou hast
The wofull fall of princes to descryue,
Whom fortune both vplift, and eke[1575] downe cast,
To shew thereby th’vnshurty[1576] in this life,
Marke well my fall, which I shall shew belyue,
And paynt it forth, that all estates may knowe:
Haue they the warning, and be mine the woe.
3.
For noble bloud made mee both prince and peere,
Yea peereles too, had reason[1577] purchast place,
And God with giftes endowde mee largely heere:
But what auayles his giftes where fayles his grace?
My mother’s sire sprong of a kingly race,
And cald was _Edmund_ duke of _Somerset_,
Bereft of life ere time by nature set.
4.
Whose faythfull heart to _Henry_ sixt so wrought,
That neuer hee him in[1578] weale, or woe, forsooke,
Till lastly hee at _Tewkesbury_ fielde was cought,
Where with an axe his violent death hee tooke:
Hee neuer could king _Edward’s_ party brooke,
Tyll by his death hee voucht that quarell good,
In which his sire and graundsire spilt theyr bloud.
5.
And such was erst my father’s cruell chaunce,
Of _Stafforde_ earle, by name that _Humfrey_ hight,
Who euer prest did _Henrye’s_ part auaunce,
And neuer ceast, till at _S. Albane’s_ fight
Hee lost his life, as then[1579] did many a knight:
Where eke my graundsire, duke of _Buckingham_,
Was wounded sore, and hardly scapt vntane.
6.
But what may boote to stay the sisters three?
When _Atropos_ perforce will cut the thred:
The dolefull day was come, when you might see
_Northampton_ fielde with armed men orespred,
Where fate would algates haue my graundsire dead:
So, rushing forth amids the fiercest fight,
Hee liu’d[1580] and dyde there in his maister’s right.
7.
In place of whom, as it befell my lot,
Like on a stage, so stept I in straite way,
Enioying there, but woefully, God wot,
As hee that had a slender part to play:
To teach thereby, in earth no state may stay,
But as our partes abridge, or length our age,
So passe wee all, while others fill the stage.
8.
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