Which tosseth states, and vnder foot doth tread
The mightie ones, affrayd of euery chaunges dread.
That euen I which daily doe behold xxviii
The glorie of the great, mongst whom I won,
And now haue prou’d, what happinesse ye hold
In this small plot of your dominion,
Now loath great Lordship and ambition;
And wish the heauens[548] so much had graced mee,
As graunt me liue in like condition;
Or that my fortunes might transposed bee