And mine, as the mone in the wane, waxt lesse:
For hauing the place which hee had before,
Gouernour of Fraunce, needes I must confesse,
That lost was Normandy without redresse,
Yet wrought I alwayes that wit might contriue,
But what doth it boote with the streame to striue?[839]
6.
Borne was I neither to warre ne to peace,
For Mars was maligne to all my whole trade:[840]
My byrth I beleue was in Ioue’s decrease,