Florus Britannicus Or, an Exact Epitome of the History of England, From William the Conquerour to the Twelfth Year of the Reign of his Sacred Majesty Charls the Second, now flourishing. Illustrated with their perfect Portraictures ... By Mathew Stevenson |
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Henry the Fourth, King of England.
Was't not enough thy Cousin's Crown to take,And it a prey to thy ambition make?
But that his Bloud, his Royall Bloud must be
A Sacrifice too, to thy jealousie.
Henry look back, and in his Tragick Scene,
There thou shalt see what all thy troubles mean;
Nor did it, though thou though'st it faster stood,
Cemented to thy Temples with his Bloud.
You that your Lives, your Souls, what dearest is,
Venture for Thrones, do but consider this;
Princes descend unto the shades beneath,
And pyle their Crowns up at the Gates of Death.
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