Six houres with blood-red cheeks on th’earth below,
Did blush to see her soile drinke vp their blood,
Who liuing oft in her defence had stood.
70.
Imprudent prince, since rage did lift thy hand
To lop the pillers of thy kingdome downe,
On whose supportfull powers thy state should stand:
Looke for a ruthlesse ruine of thy crowne,
Looke helplesse now in wretchednesse to drowne:
The dance vnto destruction they haue led,