Behold blind Beauchampe duke of Normandie,
New crept from graue to tell his tragedie.
5.
A prince I was borne of the Norman blood,
To that victorious king the eldest sonne,
Who with his Normans, like a furious flood
From southerne seas did England ouerrun,
And to his heires the golden garland wonne,
Though heau’ns and fortune neuer would agree,
That of the same I should possessor bee.