How follie did by him her charmes applie,
T’inchant my youth: such mischiefe to repell,
Did him exile, lest by the powerfull spell
Of his allurements drawne from all renowne,
I should be made vnworthie of a crowne.
19.
O prudent prince! the depth of that decree
Which heau’n did purpose by my Gaueston,
Too secret was for humane sense to see,
Who did ordaine, that exil’d minion