As life hee gayneth by his liuing[1477] death;
As Hastings here, whom tyme and truth agree
T’engraue[1478] by fame in strong eternity:
Who spareth not spitting, if hee spit but bloud?
Yet this our lord, sparde not for other’s good:
With one sweete breath his present death to speake,
Against th’vsurpour bore, that hellish freake.[1479]
95.
Worthy to lyue, but[1480] lyu’d not for himselfe,
But prisde his fame more then this worldly pelfe: