21.
When as the crowne my head did first adorne,
These thoughts vnto my selfe, I thus did frame:
Vnto my selfe I am not onlie borne,
My countrie deare the cheefest part doth claime,
Who to my care now kneeles and craues the same,
To saue the remnant of her ruin’d soile
From cruell foes that threat her vtter spoile.
22.
The thought of this did spirit bold inspire,