Woe worth the man that fathered such a childe, Woe worth the howre wherein thou wast begate: Woe worth the brests that haue the world begylde, To norish thee, that all the worlde did hate: Woe worth the gods that gaue thee such a fate, To lyue so long, that death deserude so oft: Woe worth the chaunce that set thee vp aloft. 68.* Woe worth the day, the time, the howre, and all, When subiects clapt the crowne on _Richard’s_ head: Woe worth the lordes, that sat in sumptuous hall, To honour him that princes blood so shead: Would God he had bin boyld in scalding lead, When he presumde in brother’s seat to sit, Whose wretched rage rul’d all with wicked wit. 69. Yee princes all, and rulers euerychone, In punishment beware of hatred’s yre: Before yee scourge, take heede, looke well thereon: In wrothes ill will, if mallice kindle fyre, Your hearts will burne in such a hote desyre, That in those flames the smoke shall dim your sight, Yee shall forget to ioyne your iustice right. 70. You should not iudge till things bee well discerned, Your charge is still to mayntayne vpright lawes, In conscience rules yee shoulde bee throughly learned, Where clemency bids wrath and rashnes pause, And further sayth, stricke not without a cause: And when yee smite doe it for iustice sake, Then in good parte ech man your scourge will take. 71. Yf that such zeale had mou’d[1994] this tyrant’s minde, To make my plague a warning[1995] for the rest, I had small cause such fault in him to fynde, Such punishment is vsed for the best, But by yll will and powre I was opprest: Hee spoylde my goods, and left mee bare and pore, And caused mee to beg from dore to dore. 72. What fall was this, to come from prince’s fare, To watch for crums among the blynde and lame? When almes were delt I had[1996] an hungry share, Because I knew not how to aske for shame, Tyll force and neede had brought mee in such frame, That starue I must, or learne to beg an almes, With booke in hand, to[1997] say S. Dauid’s psalmes. 73. Where I was wont the golden chaines to weare, A payre of beades about my necke was wound, A lynnen cloth was lapt about my heare, A ragged goune that trailed one the ground, A dish that clapt and gaue a heauy sound, A staying staffe and wallet therewithall, I bare about as witnesse of my fall. 74.*