On me their children wayte and tende:
And royall giftes with them me gaue,
As might their powres therto extende.
But here began my cause of care,
As all delightes at length haue ende:
Be mixte with woes our pleasures are,
Amidste my ioyes, I lost a frende.
My father, nyne and twenty yeares,
This time had raignde and held the crowne:
As by your Chronicles appeares,