Was sent to Aganip of Celtica.
Their aged Syre, thus eased of his crowne,
A priuate life led in Albania,
With Gonorill, long had in great renowne,
That nought him grieu’d to bene from rule deposed downe.
But true it is, that when the oyle is spent, xxx
The light goes out, and weeke[781] is throwne away;
So when he had resigned his regiment,
His daughter gan despise his drouping day,
And wearie waxe[782] of his continuall stay.