And must we needes depart? O Fortune fye,
We must depart, adue, farewell, I dye.”
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Wherewith he sighte and senselesse dyd remayne,
Then I his death as women doo, dyd wayle:
But when I view’d, that weeping was but vayne,
I was content to beare that bitter bale,
As one who founde no meanes for her auayle:
His corps at Yorke in princely tombe I layde,
When funerall sacred solemne rights were payde.