And rusts for aye deuouring our good name.
8.
Of slaughters mine what neede I here discry,
Or how the Romaynes reft away my life,
When I seuen monthes had raygned wickedly,
Which entred in by bloud and ciuill strife;
But this I finde too late a sequell rife,
Who takes by sworde from Prince the scepter’s guide,
By sworde from him the scepter so shall slide,
[He cannot long himselfe from Iouae’s Justice hide,