A hateful heard of murmuring men I meane,
Which dyd depriue me of my[1215] honour cleane:
And now I leade my lothsome life you see,
Impalde amidste a maze of misery.
10.
“With chaunged chaunce (aye me) I chased am,
And frowning fate such sorrowe hath assignde,
That lothing life, most like a quiet lambe,
My naked necke to blocke of bale I binde:
With cruell knife (O care) come shread my twist,