So momentarie worldly fauours are,
That till the vtmost of their spight was spent,
Had not my spirit maintain’d a manly warre,
Risen they had when laid I had been low,[2051]
Vpon whose ruine after I did grow.
55.
When the great king their strange reports that tooke
That as[2052] pernitious as they potent were,
Which[2053] at the faire growth of my fortune strooke,
Whose deadly malice blame me not to feare,