Where who so sees and markes my dealings well,
To him may soone the fruites of fraude appeare;
All murders great are bought with price full deare;
Foule slaughters donne, procure as fowle a fall,
As hee deserues that workes the woefull thrall.
2.
In Rome some time I Prætour chosen was,
And then obtaynde of Spayne the prouince fayre,
To gouerne there, I brought by friends to passe,
In hope to be the Emprour Neroe’s heyre.