Blinded so far in all our blinded trayne,
That blinde wee sawe not our destruction playne.
26.
Wee spared none whose life could ought forlet
Our wicked purpose to his passe to come:
Fowre worthy knights wee headed at Pomfret
Guiltlesse, God wote, withouten law or dome:
My heart euen bleedes to tell you all and some,
And how lord Hastings, when hee feared least,
Dispiteously was murdred and opprest.