445.
At his returning home, when his deare dame
The great Eliza, with maiesticke frowne
Gan change milde looks, when fortune foe to fame
Did turne her wheele about, and hurring downe
His towring state, all hope of life did drowne
In death’s deepe waues, whose most vntimely end
Both heau’n and earth lamenting did befriend.
446.
For that blacke morne, when he without appall