Ne prudence reckt, right, strength, or meane a pin,
But with my friendes in anger all would fight,
I strooke, kilde, slewe who euer were in sight,
Without respect, remorce, reproufe, regard,
And like a madde man in my fury far’d,
9.
I deemde my might and fortitude was such,
That I was able thereby conquere all,
High kingdome’s seate encreast my pompe so much,
My pryde me thought impossible to fall: