Painting the bankes with crimson in the way,
As they did glide into the Orean sea.
40.
Here heauen did smile on me with gracious looke,
And fortune put faire conquest in my hand,
On bald occasion hold I might haue tooke
And thence-forth freed the subiects of my land
From seruile yoke of forraine king’s command:
But what we purpose heauen doth still decree,
In vaine we wish what heauen wils not to bee.