Was euer Princesse poore,[287] in such a case?
O wretched wight bewrapt in webbs of woe,
That still in dread wast tost from place to place,
And neuer foundest meane to end thy race,
But still in doubt of death in carking care
Didst liue a life deuoide of all welfare.
27.
The King perceiuing well my chaunged cheare,
To ease my heart with all deuis’d deceates,
By secrete wayes I came deuoyde of feare,