Lyke rotten sheepe by thousands dide so thicke,
The deade coulde not be buried by the quicke.
17.
When thus the plague my people did oppresse,
That fewe were left alyue within my lande,
The Scots and Pictes, with speede they them addrest,[1192]
Knowing their time, they raysde a mightie band,
They knewe right soone, howe heere my state did stand:
And to reuenge the wrong that earst I wrought,
They ment to bring both me and myne to nought.