His chiefest lets and authors of his harmes,
And them perforce withheld with threatned blade,
Least that his Lord they should behind inuade;
The whiles the Prince prickt with reprochfull shame,
As one awakt out of long slombring shade,
Reuiuing thought of glorie and of fame,
Vnited all his powres to purge himselfe from blame.
Like as a fire, the which in hollow caue xxxii
Hath long bene vnderkept, and downe supprest,
With murmurous disdaine doth inly raue,