Could not sustayne the corps it entred in.
34.
And when the sighes, and teares, and playntes nigh burst my hart,
And place, and stenche, and fare nigh poysond euery pore:
For lacke of frends to tell my seas of giltlesse smart,
And that mine eyes had sworne to take sweete sleepe no more,
I was content, sith cares oppresse me sore,
To leaue my foode, take mourning, playnts, and crye,
And lay mee downe, let griefe and nature trye.
35.