The Fall of Laelius Hamo, the Roman Captain

A Romayne Captayne I in Britayne armoure clad,
Disguis’d therfore, in field did sley their noble King:
I ventred in their host, and I my purpose had
To venture so for Countrye’s sake a worthy thing;
But who so wenes to win by slaughter high renowne,
Hath often times the fate to fall by slaughter downe.

Euen so my selfe that slewe, short time my ioyes did last,
In flight I taken was, and hewde in pieces small;
Which downe the cleeues they did into the waters cast,
And by my name as yet the hauen and harbor call:
Who thinkes by slaughter’s prayse, to winne immortall fame
By treason vile perchaunce encurres a shrouding sheete of shame.