Birth binds not vertue to succeed in th’heire,
Else why did I of such illustrate race,
Obscure his vertuous deeds with my disgrace?
10.
Had I but tract the steps of such a sire
To perfect that great worke, which he begun,
Had princely thoughts but mounted my desire
T’assay like glorious deeds, which he had done,
O what a prize of honor had I wonne!
But discord sent from hell did ruine bring,