Lo thus I liue, which dayly wishe to dye,
And life (alas) dooth make my misery.
12.
“If lothsome life (of this my corps) the king
Dooth moue one way, the bishope bids me backe:
If to that poynt the queene me backe doth bring,
On th’other side, the knight dooth woorke my wracke,
The other poyntes with paunes be al possest,
And here the rooke of ruth dooth reaue my rest:
And being brought into this strange estate,