With valiaunt hauty courage, as did I,
Then liue in bondage, seruice, slauery, thrall
Of forayne powres, which hate your manhood all.
6.
Doe giue mee leaue to speake but euen a while,
And marke, and write the story I thee tell:
By North from London more then fifty mile,
There lies the Isle of Ely knowne full well,
Wherein my father built a place to dwell:
And for because hee liked well the same,