6.
When fortune’s gentle hand had set the crowne
Vpon his happie head, when all assaies
Of his bold foes in field were beaten downe,
To me his eldest borne my state to raise,
The Norman dukedome with such long delaies
Assigned was, that I being set on fire
For such protract, turn’d rebell ’gainst my sire.
7.
Like lustie Phaeton, that gaue th’assay,