Was euer noble Queene so drencht in wrecks of woe,[480]

Depos’d[481] from Princely powre, bereft of liberty,

Depriu’d of all these worldly pompes her pleasures fro,

And brought from wealth to neede, distresse, and misery,

From Pallace proude in prison poore to lie,

From Kingdomes twayne, to dungeon one, no more,

From Ladies wayting, vnto vermine store?

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From light to darke, from holesome aire to lothsom smell,

From odoure sweete to smart, from ease to greeuous paine,