Let such, whose peacefull eares from sad affright Of warre’s dread voice the hand of heauen doth close, Who lull’d in that dame’s lap of sweet delight, The queene of peace do sleepe secure of foes, Thinke it humane, to thinke on other’s woes: And in such thoughts fear such like woes to come, For their offence ordain’d by Ioue’s iust doome. 12. The life of state lay stifeled in the smoke Of blacke despaire, till death tooke life from _Swaine_, Then th’english peeres shooke off the heauie yoke Of forren pride, which they did erst sustaine, And did recall my father home againe, Who did enforce by power of his strong hand _Canute_ the sonne of _Swaine_ to leaue this land. 13. Then did he seeke to reerect againe The ruines of his crowne’s collapsed state: But he, t’whom at his birth heauen did ordaine In all his deeds ineuitable fate Of bad euent, euen to his daie’s last date His wishfull hopes in vaine did seeke t’aduance, Vpon th’vnsteadie wheele of fickle chance. 14. For ere those sprightfull horse of heauenly breed, That draw the chariot of the golden sunne, Who day by day do vse their swiftest speed From east to west their yeare’s full race had runne, Our fatall foe _Canute_ king _Swanus_ sonne, To wretched England made returne againe From Denmarke shores with many a thousand Dane. 15. Who taking land at _Sandwich_ in their ire, Deuoid of pitie in the spoile of good, Senselesse of humane woes with spoilefull fire All things did burne, that in their passage stood, Nor yet suffic’d: but thirsting after blood, All doom’d to death, none kept for captiue bands, Were slaine in troopes by their remorcelesse hands. 16. T’oppose their powers in field I soone did cite My father’s subiects from all quarters by: But when prepar’d we were in field to fight, Th’unhappie tidings through our host did flie Of false duke _Edrick_ and his treacherie, Who with his troope in depth of darkest night, Vnto _Canutus_ campe did take his flight. 17. Whereby made weake vnable to withstand Th’augmented powers of our insulting foe, We backe return’d with our disabled band, And to our kingly father we did show Duke _Edrick’s_ treason, which, alas, with woe So wounds his heart, that he expires his breath, Poore aged king, and ends his woes in death. 18.