In all his deeds ineuitable fate
Of bad euent, euen to his daie’s last date
His wishfull hopes in vaine did seeke t’aduance,
Vpon th’vnsteadie wheele of fickle chance.
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For ere those sprightfull horse of heauenly breed,
That draw the chariot of the golden sunne,
Who day by day do vse their swiftest speed
From east to west their yeare’s full race had runne,
Our fatall foe Canute king Swanus sonne,