For euerie faulte, ſhoulde not provoke, a Prince, or man of mighte.
For if that Iove ſhoulde ſhoote, ſo ofte as men offende,
The Poëttes ſaie, his thunderboltes ſhoulde ſoone bee at an ende.
Then happie wee that haue, a Princeſſe ſo inclin’de.
That when as iuſtice drawes hir ſworde, hath mercie in her minde,
And to declare the ſame, howe prone ſhee is to ſaue:
Her Maieſtie did make her choice, this Poëſie for to haue.
Sed piger ad pœnas princeps, ad prœmia velox:
Cuique dolet, quoties cogitur eſſe ferox.[[116]]
Lines from Ovid, 2 Trist., are in the margin,—