In thickest place is made the deepest wounde,
True proofe whereof my selfe too soone haue founde.
15.
For whilst fayre fortune luld[231] mee in her lap,
And gaue mee giftes more then I did require,
The subtile queane[232] behinde mee set a trap,
Whereby to dash[233] and lay all in the myre:
The Irish men[234] agaynst mee did conspyre,
My landes of Vlster fro mee to haue refte,
Which heritage my mother had mee lefte.[235]