A castel there I builte: it were to long
Here to repeate, silence shall do no wrong
To Marlayne, he who wonders there hath wrought,
If auncient write to vs the truth hath taught.
36.
When I had buylt my princely bower there,
In bloody feeldes I meant no more to striue:
But true reporte did dashe my present cheere:
In Totnesse hauen two brethren did ariue,
Which quickly would from that my forte me driue: