Marke well therefore my death, as straunge a thing
As some would deeme could scarce with reason stand;
Yet when thou hast my life well throughly scand,
Thou shalt perceaue not halfe so straunge as true,
Ill life, worse death, doth after still ensue.
3.
For when my mother Guendoline had raygn’d
In my nonage full xv yeares, shee dide:
And I but yong, not well in vertues trayn’d,
Was left this noble Iland for to guide;