Thus haste [thou] a mirour of a subiect’s minde,
Such as perhaps is rare agayne to finde:
The caruing cuts, that cleue the trusty steele,
My fayth, and due alleigaunce, could not feele.
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But out, alas, what prayse may I recount
That is not spic’d[1364] with spot, that doth surmount
My greatest vaunt? for bloudy war[1365] to feete
A tyger was I, all for peace vnmeete:
A souldier’s handes must oft bee dyde with goare,