A diademe by sterne decree of fate
Ordain’d for prize of bloodie warre’s debate,
Which was the end, for which Canute and I
In martial field did many a battell trie.
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O wretched end of glorie thirsting pride!
O vaine pursuit of empire and renowne!
What lot the land of discord doth betide
But wastfull spoile and all turn’d topsie downe?
What doe we purchase but a carefull crowne?