All these our ioyes, and all our blisse abate;
And like in time to further ill to grow,
And all this land with endlesse losse to ouerflow.
For th’heauens enuying our prosperitie, xxxi
Haue not vouchsaft to graunt vnto vs twaine
The gladfull blessing of posteritie,
Which we might see after our selues remaine
In th’heritage of our vnhappie paine:
So that for want of heires it to defend,
All is in time like to returne againe