How fine hast thou fashioned thy ways,
To seek after love!
Thus 't was thyself[55] to [those] evils
Didst train[56] thy ways.
Yea on thy skirts is found blood
Of innocent[57] souls.
Not only on felons(?) I find it,[58]
But over all these.
Here again is a passage which, with slight emendations and these not arbitrary, yields a fair constancy of metre (IV. 29-31):—
From the noise of the horse and the bowmen