Such now appear’d their lamentable Lot;
Dread was on both, as some accursed Plot
Had Cecil for Contriver! and now fled
To the detested and deserted Spot. 350
With his sad wife! and now in constant dread
And wanting Hope and Health, and needing Peace and Bread.
She wept and, weeping, wonder’d at her Tears;
For every woe and care was put to flight.
Lord of his Land her Cecil now appears,
And She the Lady dearest in his Sight.