As I was alwayes bent to hunting still,
(Yet hunting was no vice to those I had)
When I three yeares had ruld this Realme at will,
In chace a chaunce did make my heart ful sad:
Wilde cruell beasts as desperate and mad
Turnde backe on mee, as I them brought to bay,
And in their rage my sinfull corps did slay.[659]
12.
A iust reward for so vniust a life,
No worse a death then I deserued yore,