They slewe themselues, abated from their blisse:
Which who so doth I count ill fortune his.
3.
Cordila slewe her selfe in prison pent,
And Dido for Æneas flight away,
That Iudas which betrayde the innocent,
And Pontius Pilate wrought their owne decay:
What neede I here on desperate captiues staye?
Sith who so bathes in flickering Fortune’s blisse,
Without God’s grace I count ill fortune his.