Whereby when once my minde was puft with pryde,
I past for nought, I vs’d my lust for lawe;
Of right, or iustice, reckte I not a strawe.
4.
No meane I kept but ruled all by rage,
No boundes of measure could mee compasse in.
No counsayle could my meekelesse minde asswage:
When once to fume I fearcely did begin,
And I excelde in nothing else but sinne;
So that my subiects all did wish my end,[336]