Stil vsing all the meanes t’obeysaunce them to moue,
Eke all the wayes that might allure them me to loue.
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And settled so in honour greate at rest,
Without the feare of forayne foes, or nye:
I mused what for Britayne warres was best,
Which way I might agayne my quarell trye:
Such restles heades haue they that sitte on hye!
O poore estate, how blest were thou that sitste below,
How happy, safe and sure, if thou thy state couldst know.