His royall state, his princely grace was such,
The hope of will, that women seeke for all,
The ease and wealth, the gifts which were not small,
Besieged mee so strongly round about,
My powre was weake, I could not holde him out.
27.
Duke Hanniball in all his conquest great,
Or Cæsar yet, whose triumphes did exceede,
Of all theyr spoyles which made them toyle and sweate,
Were not so glad to haue so rich a meede,