With cinders brought my body to decay,
So smulderyng smokes of euerlasting shame
Reude[1189] my renowne, and wipte my fame away:
What may I more of my misfortune say?
I sigh to see, I silent ceasse to tell
What me destroied, and drownd my soule in hel.
5.
Here to repeate the partes that I haue playd,
Were to vnrippe a trusse of trumpery,
For me to shew how I aloft was stayde,