Of my great fame, which dazled her weake eies,
Selfe swolne with haughtie pride, rows’d vp did rise,
And at my state with her proud hornes did push,
In hope my fame being yet but yong to crush.
56.
The Roman king that bore great Cæsar’s name,
Twelue aged sires in senate did select,
Men of renowne and all of noble fame,
Who as graue legats his great will t’effect,
Through Neptune’s wauie empire did direct