14.
But death’s cold touch so soone did close mine eies,
That I beheld not my sad mother’s woes,
The base vsurper did my death deuise
Before her fall, in court soone finding those,
Whom he to act my tragicke murther chose:
The courts of kings with sycophants do swarme,
Tyrants do want no instruments of harme.
15.
An English earle there was, which Godwin hight,