And set his lustes for lawe, and will had reason’s place,
No more but hang and drawe, there was no better grace.
16.
Thus the king outleaping the limits of his lawe,
Not raigning but raging, as youth[128] did him entice,
Wise and worthy persons from court did dayly drawe,
Sage counsayle set at naught, proude vaunters were in price,
And roysters bare the rule, which wasted all in vice:
Of ryot and excesse, grewe scarsity and lacke,
Of lacking came taxing, and so went welth to wracke.[129]