I tell of honie-soothing parasites,
Of stubborne peeres, who louing sterne debate,
Did boldly braue me in two bloodie fights,
Of a proud prelate’s plots, of people’s hate,
Of the sad ruine of a royall state:
And of a queene betrai’d to fond desire
Who too too cruell did my death conspire.
8.
To the first Edward, since the Norman’s name
Grew famous for their crown’d grac’d victorie,