Then I and myne becalmde from hatred’s blast
In happy hauen harboured were at last.
7.
Then I a mayd of tender youthful yeares,
Reporte did say, of beutie fresh and fayre,
Refusde the sute of many noble peeres,
Which dayly did vnto my court repayre:
What though there were vnto my crowne no heire?
Yet I who did regard my comons good,
Refusde to linke my selfe with forrayne blood.