To lose his life vnto the blocke was led,
The sunne in heau’n, as for his Phaeton’s fall,
In sable clouds did hide his golden hed,
And from so sad a sight away he fled;
While wofull heau’n with dolefull teares sent downe,
For his sad fall the world in woe did drowne.
447.
He being dead, being dead, alas, and gone,
That hopefull lord, hight Mountioy, did succeed
As generall in the warre against Tyrone;