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Might often times ouer runnes right to fast,
Right commeth after and hopes to haue his owne:
And when agayne hee ouertakes might at the last,
Then is the truth of all the quarell knowne.
Men neuer reape no other then was sowne:
If good were the gayne, the better commes the crop:
On vine growes the grape, and not the biter hop.
Of this that I haue sayd I would this inferre:
A man by might a while, may perforce withholde
A kingdome not his owne: but hee farre better were
To yeeld vnto the right, and then hee may bee bolde.
Good metall bides the touch that trieth out the gold,
When copper playne appeares the counterfaite in cast,
Is counted but as drosse, and called in at last.
I am that Pinnar once a Britayne King,
No pinner by my science for to make pinnes:
And yet I could well cast of thousands in a ring,
To catch the common wealth I made many ginnes.
Let him that learnes my science tell mee what he winnes.
For tirrany, and robery, conspiracy, and wrong
Prognosticats of rebells raigne, they cannot prosper long.
When I to mee had gote a rascall rable rude
Of roisters, ruffians, ronagats, and knaues:
I did my selfe at last into the throne intrude,
And was susteynd therein by billes, swords, and staues:

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I made of them officers that were before but slaues:
Oppressing of the good and polleing of them still,
For to inriche the bad and mayntayne all their ill.
Duke Cloten of Cornwall was heire to the crowne.
But I, with other rebells, kept him from his right.
Though wee were conspiratours voide of all renowne,
Yet did wee raigne, and keepe him out by might.
But when his sonne Donwallo came for to fight,
Mulmucius that was in armes a worthy man,
With me and them to try the quarell hee began.
Hee brought of Cornishmen a royall army good,
With other subiects late by me before opprest:
And made mee pay the price of pillage with my bloud,
As traitour slayn in field, example for the rest.
Euen so who euer shall, from Prince the scepter wrest,
Vsurpe from him the crowne, or scale the throne of state,
Shall shortely feele the rod of Gods immortall hate.