But when I once attained had the Crowne,
I waxed cruell tyranous and fell,
I had no longer minde of my renowne,
I vsde my selfe to ill, the trueth to tell:
O bace degree in happie case full well!
Which art not puft with pride, vaineglory, hate
But art beneath content to bide thy fate.
8.
For I aloft, when once my heate was in,
Not rain’d by reason ruled all by might,