Vpon our helmes, slaughter and ouerthrow
On the aduerse part inforc’t such workes of woe,
That all by flight sought saftie, none durst stay,
Rufus disgrac’d, and wounded went his way.
19.
Conquest in triumph on my brow did stand,
Fame did renowne my sword in euerie place,
Fortune with fame did ioyne her helping hand
With my displeased sire to winne me grace,
T’whom nature pleaded my vnhappie case,