501Heere haue you seene a mightie King,

502His child I'wis to incest bring:

503A better Prince, and benigne Lord,

504That Will proue awfull both in deed and word:

505Be quiet then, as men should bee,

506Till he hath past necessitie:

507I'le shew you those in troubles raigne;

508Loosing a Mite, a Mountaine gaine:

509The good in conuersation,

510To whom I giue my benizon:

511Is still at Tharstill, where each man,

512Thinkes all is writ, he spoken can:

513And to remember what he does,

514Build his Statue to make him glorious:

515But tidinges to the contrarie,

516Are brought your eyes, what need speake I.

523Good Helicon that stayde at home,

524Not to eate Hony like a Drone,

525From others labours; for though he striue

526To killen bad, keepe good aliue:

527And to fulfill his prince desire,

528Sau'd one of all that haps in Tyre:

529How Thaliart came full bent with sinne,

530And had intent to murder him;

531And that in Tharsis was not best,

532Longer for him to make his rest:

533He doing so, put foorth to Seas;

534Where when men been, there's seldome ease,

535For now the Wind begins to blow,

536Thunder aboue, and deepes below,

537Makes such vnquiet, that the Shippe,

538Should house him safe; is wrackt and split,

539And he (good Prince) hauing all lost,

540By Waues, from coast to coast is tost:

541All perishen of man, of pelfe,

542Ne ought escapend but himselfe;

543Till Fortune tir'd with doing bad,

544Threw him a shore, to giue him glad:

545And heere he comes: what shall be next,

546Pardon old Gower, this long's the text.