From a great Gyant, called Cormoraunt;
Whom he did ouerthrow by yonder foord,
And in three battailes did so deadly daunt,
That he dare not returne for all his daily vaunt.
So is my Lord now seiz’d of all the land, xxx
As in his fee, with peaceable estate,
And quietly doth hold it in his hand,
Ne any dares with him for it debate.
But to these[469] happie fortunes, cruell fate
Hath ioyn’d one euill, which doth ouerthrow[470]