Whose future woes so plaine he fashioned,
And sighing sore, at length him thus bespake;
Ah but will heauens fury neuer slake,
Nor vengeaunce huge relent it selfe at last?
Will not long misery late mercy make,
But shall their name for euer be defast,
And quite from of the earth[920] their memory be rast?
Nay but the terme (said he) is limited, xliv
That in this thraldome Britons shall abide,
And the iust reuolution measured,