That euer had such hope to bee his Queene.
The steppes of state are full of woe and teene,[281]
For when wee thinke wee haue obtayn’d[282] the throne,
Then strayght our pompe and pryde is quite orethrowne.
23.
Lo twise I fell from hope of Princely crowne:
First, when vnhappy Humber lost his life:
And next I layd my peacockes pride adowne,
When I could not be King Locrinus’ wife.[283]
But oft they say the third doth end the strife,