That after his decease, he did ordaine
The crowne and kingdome should to him remaine.
43.
Thus did I sit in top of fortune’s wheele,
Knit to the royall blood of England’s crowne,
Till death did strike, mischance I nere did feele,
Fortune at my successe did neuer frowne,
Who in the hight of pride pluckes manie downe:
Dreadlesse I liu’d, being dreaded still of all,
Fearing no lucklesse chance, that might befall.