Howe the cruell tyraunt Cyrus delited eu•• slaughter and shedynge of blode & so endyd
HEyre by discent to greate astriages
Poorly brought forth as made is mencion
And had al asie to his gr••ate encres
Holdynge that rigne by iust sucession
In longe quyete wihtout rebillyon
Tyll tyme he thought in full froworde wise
The worlde was small to staunch his couetise
He had an Etyke moost contagious
Fretinge vpon him for desire of good
A dropsie hatefull and ••urious
Of frowarde rage that made his herte wode
A w••fuy••••••e ••a••ast to shede mannys blode
Which ouer••••horted by fals malencolye
His 〈…〉〈…〉 into tyrannye
But whan he presumptuously entende
To robbe 〈…〉〈…〉 through his pillage
God and fortune made him to descende
Full sodenly from his 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••••age
〈…〉〈…〉 was a greate auauntage
To 〈…〉〈…〉 of very fo••e and might
Though 〈…〉〈…〉 of right
To 〈…〉〈…〉 souereyn••e
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Aboue sad ••••outh and 〈◊〉〈◊〉
Which causeth princes from their estate royall
Or they be ware to haue es••deyn fall
For the lordshyp of all as••••
Might nat suffise to cirus gredynesse
But thought he wolde conquere ••ithia
And there werre to encreace his grete richesse
Though he no tytle had of rightousnesse
Saue a fals lust wherof men shulde haue ruth
That wyll in princes shulde oppresse truth
First this cirus all princes dyd excelle
Both in conquest victorye and batayle
Of gold and tresoure as bokes him tell
Kingdoms to wynne he dyd moost preuayle
And yit to vyces dyd his herte assayle
First couetise euer to encreace in good
With a desire to sh••de mennys blode
With two vices he brenneth euer in one
That neuer might from his herte twynne
Made a greate arme towarde Septemtrion
And cast him proudly to set on and begynne
Cithia the myghty londe to wynne
Quene thamacis there regnynge as I fynde
Whoos kingdome Ioyneth vnto ethiopie in ynde
Toward the partye which is orientall
The see of suri••e floweth full plentuus
Downe to the see called occidentall
And southwarde renneth to Concasus
And folke of cythie that ben laborious
Which tyle the londe hath nat to their lyuynge
But only frutys which from the erth springe
The londe of Cithie is rich for the nonys
From greyne and frute a londe full couenable
Rich of golde peerle and precious stonys
Right comodious and wonder delectable
But a greate party is nat habytable
The people dredful to belde their mancions
For feer of deth bycause of the griffoūs
The noble fame nor the highe renoū
Was nat ferre knowe nor Isprad aboute
Of Thamaris quene of that rigion
Nor of hir noblesse within nor without
Tyll that kinge Cyrus with a full greate route
Into ••••his gan him proudly dresse
The hardy quene to spoyle of hir richesse