Æneas taught our auncestours of yore,
What neede I fill thine eares with talking more,
My men and I had put those feates in vre,
And hee likewise (but nothing yet so sure,)
[Which did, at length, my haplesse end procure.]
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For as with fortune still I gaue the foyle,
To him that thought the glory all to haue,
When hee perceau’d hee coulde not keepe the coyle,
Nor yet with equall match himselfe to saue,