I meane, my powre was knowne to euery wight:
On such a height good hap had built my bowre,
As though my sweete should nere[1983] haue turnde to sowre.
38.
My husband then, as one that knewe his good,
Refusde to keepe a prince’s concubine,
Forseeing th’end,[1984] and mischiefe as it stood,
Against the king did neuer much repine:
Hee sawe the grape whereof hee dranke the wine:
Though inward thought his heart did still torment,