But back to England we must turne our eye, From whence, since first to Palestine I came, Fiue times bright Pisces in the azure skie Had in their yerelie course outrun the Ram, Whose iust returne againe begins the same, Where in our absence let vs view in state, What changes haue ben wrought by time and fate. 68. Our brother _Rufus_ with vnrighteous hand, Swaying the scepter in the English throne, Did so oppresse the people of his land, That, when he left to liue, he then left none, That would as friends his suddaine death bemone: He in that forrest did death’s cup carowse, Which fatall was vnto the conqueror’s house. 69. A goodlie place, that forrest once had ben, Where manie a towne and manie a temple stood, Made sacred with the prayers of holie men, All which without respect to common good, My father did conuert into a wood, Intitling it New Forrest, and for game, Did after keepe wild beasts within the same. 70. Which stir’d the stormefull wrath of heauen’s great king, Who seeing his temples equald with the ground, And where his priests sweet pæans once did sing, And oft with thankfull prayers his altars crownd, Hearing the crie of th’hunter and his hound, Did in that place punish th’impietie Vpon my sire, in his posteritie. 71. His second sonne, my brother _Richard_ hight, A hopefull youth, whom nature’s hand had sto’d With sweetes of youth, as he, for his delight, Did range this wood, was through the bodie gor’d By sauage beasts, whose death my sire deplor’d With bitter teares: yet could not quench the fire Of Ioue’s fierce wrath, so moued was his ire. 72. _Rufus_, his third borne sonne, in that same wood, When he had strook an hart that fled his sight, Was by another crost, where as he stood, At whom one _Tirrill_ call’d, a Norman knight, A shaft let flie, which in the lucklesse flight Missing the deere, and glancing on the ground, Vpon the brest the king to death did wound. 73. He dead, yong _Henrie_ for his learning skill Surnamed _Beauclerk_, did aspire the crowne, And wonne the English peeres vnto his will: Fortune once more vpon my state did frowne, And from ambitious throne did keepe mee downe, Mocking my hopes, denying mee command, When she had put a scepter in my hand. 74.