And to bee absent from my sonnes so vile.
But see what haps befall vs in the end,
Which so to clime aloft, to raygne[1075] alone contend:
[Marke whereunto our laboures great and bloudsheds bend.]
16.
For when I was to Britayne come that [famous] land,
Where people stout, vntamde, vnuanquisht dwelt:
Although once Cæsar Fortune’s fauour fand,
That erst before their valiaunt valure felt:
I found the people nothing prest to pelt,