81.
Wanting in after times necessitie,
Those golden sinewes of my dukedome’s state,
To strengthen my much weakned royaltie,
I gaue the king words of despitefull hate,
And for reuenge tooke armes: but froward fate
With clouds of shame did now eclipse the shine
Of all my conquests, won in Palestine.
82.
Ore the sea’s narrow brest from England’s coast