24.
Woe worth the ground, where grew the towring mast,
Whose sailes did beare vs through the water’s rore,
Woe worth the winde, that blew the banefull blast,
Woe worth the waue, whose surge so swiftlie bore
My tragick barke to England’s fatall shore,
Woe worth the mast, the sailes, winde, waues and all,
That causelesse did conspire poore Alfrede’s fall.
25.
Why were not they by cruell fates assign’d