Palerr thann cloudes thatt stayne the azure nyghtt, Or starrs thatt shoote beneathe theyr feeble lyghtt, And eke as crymson as the mornyng's rode, The lornlie payre inn dumbe dystracyon stoode Whann onn the banke Matylda sonke and dyed, And Alfrede plong'dd hys daggerr inn hys syde: Hys purpell soule came roshynge fromm the wounde,

Pryncely Reinaldo, doe not let amaze Strugle within you; you but yet survay The out syde of our wonder.