The people awlesse, by weakenes of theyr head,[862]
Lead theyr liues lawlesse, hauing none to dread.[863]
13.
And no lesse true is this text agayne,
Beata terra cuius rex est nobilis:
Blest is the land where a stout king doth rayne,
Where in good peace ech man possesseth his,
Where ill men feare to faut or doe amisse,
Where a stout prince is prest, with sworde[864] in hand,[865]
At home and abroad his[866] enemies to withstand.