Which my destruction principally wrought, When afterward, abandoning her bed, Which to his will to passe could not be brought, So long as yet I beare about my head, The only man her safetie that had sought, Of her againe and only fauoured, Which was the cause he hasted to my end, Vpon whose fall her’s likewise did depend. 112. For in his high distemp’rature of blood Who was so great, whose life he did regard? Or what was it that his desires withstood He not inuested, were it nere so hard? Nor held he me so absolutely good, That though I crost him, yet I should be[2093] spar’d, But with those things I lastly was to go, Which he to ground did violently throw. 113. When _Winchester_, with all those enemies, Whom my much power from audience had debarr’d, The longer time their mischiefes to deuise, Feeling with me how lastly now it far’d, When I had done the king that[2094] did suffice, Lastly, thrust in against me to be heard, When all[2095] was ill contrarily turn’d good, Making amaine to th’shedding of my blood. 114. And that the king his action doth deny, And on my guilt doth altogether lay, Hauing his riot satisfied thereby, Seemes not to know how I therein did sway, What late was truth conuerted heresie:[2096] When he in me had purchased his pray, Himselfe to cleere and satisfie the sin, Leaues me but late his instrument therein. 115. Those lawes I made, my selfe alone to please, To giue me power more freely to my will, Euen to my equals hurtfull sundrie waies, (Forced to things that most do say were ill) Vpon me now as violently ceaze, By which I lastly perisht by my skill, On mine owne necke returning (as my due) That heauie yoke wherein by me they drew. 116. My greatnesse threatned by ill-boding eyes, My actions strangely censured of all, Yet in my way my giddines not sees The pit, wherein I likely was to fall: O were the sweets of man’s felicities Often amongst not temp’red with some gall, He would forget by his ore weening skill, Iust heauen aboue doth censure good and ill. 117. Things ouer rancke do neuer kindly beare, As in the corne, the fluxure when we see Fills but the straw, when it should feed the eare, Rotting that time in ripening it should bee, And being once downe it selfe can neuer reare: With vs well doth this similie agree, (By the wise man) due to the great in all, By their owne weight being broken in their fall. 118.