Trimmed with gold, a warlike hue.
He pray’d to God, and mercy sought;
But fear of men was past his thought:
Drank to’s friends ere he left the room,
And charg’d them all for to drink round,
Ain degree to heaven for me
And wish’d them better times to see:
Then said, Gentlemen a long adieu,
I’m detaining both myself and you.
Then to the scaffold he went full brief,