Sardanapalus

Th' Assyryans king — in peas, with fowle desyre
And filthye lustes that staynd his regall harte —
In warr, that should sett pryncelye hertes a fyre,
Vaynquyshd, dyd yelde for want of martyall arte.
The dent of swordes from kysses semed straunge,
And harder then hys ladyes syde his targe;
From glotton feastes to sowldyers fare a chaunge;
His helmet, far aboue a garlandes charge.
Who scace the name of manhode dyd retayne,
Drenched in slouthe & womanishe delight.
Ffeble of sprete, vnpacyent of payne,
When he hadd lost his honour and hys right,—
Prowde, tyme of welthe, in stormes appawld with drede —,
Murdred hym self to shew some manfull dede.