When I had raigned all out twenty yere:
Lo thus I liude and thus became I deade:
Thus was my crowne depriued from my heade,
And all my pompe, my princely troupe and trayne,
And I to earth and duste resolude againe. (1575.)
[258] Now warne estates, ib.
[259] No false deceit deceiues. N.
[260] Edition 1575 has only seven lines in this stanza: it concludes thus
For though ye colour all, with coate of right:
Yet can no fained farde deceiue his sight.