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[EMERIANUS]

How King Emerianus for his tirany was deposed, about the yeare before Christ, 225.

The wofull wight that fell from throne to thrall,
The wretch that woue the web wherein hee goes:
A dolefull blacke bad weede still weare hee shall
In woefull sorte, and nothing blame his foes.
What neede such one at all his name disclose?
Except the haplesse rest of Britaynes should,
Not here for shame resite his name hee would.
I am Emeriane King that raignde a space,
Scarce all one yeare, in Britayne Isle long sence.
But for I was in maners voide of grace,
Ferce, tyranous, and full of negligence,
Bloud thirsty, cruell, vaine, deuoide of sence.
The Britaynes mee desposde, from seat and crowne,
And reaude mee quite, of riches and renowne.
I was despisde and banisht from my blisse,
Discountnaunste, fayne to hide my selfe for shame:
What neede I longer stand to tell thee this?
My selfe was for my woefull fall to blame.
My raygne was short, in fewe my fall I frame.
My life was lothsome, soone like death that found.
Let this suffice a warning blaste to sound.

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Lenuoy.

The cause why here this Prince is briefe in talke
Is, for the stories scarce remembre such:
What neede I then with them more farder walke?
Sith this perhaps, may seeme, is sayd to much.
I must but briefly these vnworthy tutch.
The next approaching pufte with dropsie wanne,
Thus wise, mee thought, his yexeing tale beganne.