Infinite mischiefes of them do arize,
Strife,[660] and debate, bloudshed, and bitternesse,
Outrageous wrong, and hellish couetize,
That noble heart as[661] great dishonour doth despize.
Ne thine be kingdomes, ne the scepters thine; xiii
But realmes and rulers thou doest both confound,
And loyall truth to treason doest incline;
Witnesse the guiltlesse bloud pourd oft on ground,
The crowned often slaine, the slayer cround,
The sacred Diademe in peeces rent,