Lamenting fil’d with wayling plaintes[215] ech coast,
Perdy[216] the Britans, all as nature bent,[217]
Did for their King full dolefully lament.
72.
But what auayles, to striue against the tide,
Or else to driue[218] against the streame and winde?
What booteth it against the Cliues to ride,
Or else to worke against the course of kinde?
Sith Nature hath the ende of thinges assin’d,
There is no nay, wee must perforce depart,