But shall finde some that will[421] performe it glad:[422]
For sicknes seldome doth so swiftly breede,
As humours ill doe growe[423] the griefe to feede:
[Thus kinge’s estates of all bee worst[424] bestad,
Abusde in welth, abandoned at neede,
And nerest harme when they bee least adrad.]
7.
My life and death the trueth of this hath tryde:[425]
For while I fought in Ireland with my foes,
Mine vncle Edmund[426] whome I left to guide