With enuious eyes, impatient to behold
The golden beames of my sun-shine like fame,
Philip with th’Austrian duke hight Leopald,
Without respect vnto our Sauiour’s name,
The cause for which to Palestine we came:
Seeming heart-sicke, did thence depart away,
Hoping to leaue me to the foes for pray.
58.
He gone, the hand of heau’n that doth dispose
The course of things, did beare before my brest