54.
Thus drownde I was, yet for no due desert,
Except the zeale of justice bee a crime:
False prophecies bewitcht king Edward’s hart,
My brother Richard to the crowne would clime:
Note these three causes in thy rufull rime,
And boldly say they did procure my fall,
And death of deaths most straunge and hard of all.
55.
And warne all[1210] princes prophecyes to eschue,