“When Ioue,” said Memorie, “for Normans slaine Through _Godwin’s_ treason vpon Guilford plaine, From English birth his wreake would not reuoke, But made it stoope to conquering _William’s_ yoke: In that sad time, that noble prince I find Most worthie of record, that Norman blind, The stout duke _Robert_, who in th’hopefull spring Of his greene youth, rebels against the king, His hopes deluded sets his heart on fire, He fights succesfully against his sire, Is absent, when his father leaues to liue, Who to his second sonne the crowne doth giue, The duke returnes, finds _Rufus_ on the throne, Both rise in armes, but gold doth make th’attone, _Robert_ to Palestine with _Godfrey_ goes, Wins fame in field against the Pagan foes, Hearing of _Rufus’_ death, he thence returnes, Finds _Henrie_ king, with indignation burnes, Meets him in field to wreake it with his sword, But peeres on either part make them accord, After in peace they liue like brethren, The duke’s kind nature wronged by the queene, Againe he armes him to reuenge his wrong, Fights with the king, whose part he finds too strong: In fight is taken and to Cardiffe sent, Where long captiu’d, in seeking to preuent The fate of loathed thrall by secret flight, He taken is, and is depriu’d of sight, And after with long life in thrall opprest, He pines away with hunger and vnrest, Whose princely ghost let fame from graue vpraise To make those deeds a Mirrour for our daies.” ANOTHER ARGUMENT. The Norman prince tels fame, how he was borne To be a king, yet dies a duke forlorne. [Illustration] 1. In that great booke of Ioue’s decrees in heau’n, Compiled ere time had any wings to moue, The wofull wight, to whom blacke fate is giuen, To cancell it in vaine doth after proue, No change of time can change the will of Ioue, What power so potent is, that can controle The first decree that he did there inrole. 2. Let fortune hold a crowne aboue thy head, And at it with wit’s best direction aime, Rise to it royally from honor’s bed, Iustly deserue it for thy deeds of fame: Yet shall thy carefull brow nere beare the same, If thou in that star-text of euery thing Foredoom’d for fate, be not inrol’d a king. 3. Of which that thou a lasting Mirror haue, Behold me heere a wretched prince of yore, To whom true birth a crowne and kingdome gaue, Whom vertue did inrich with all her store Of goodly gifts, to make me fit therefore, Of which depriu’d by destinie’s decree, Woe and alas was only left to mee. 4.