I sate on bench, when thowsands at the bar
Did pleade for right: for I in publique weale
Lorde chaunclour was and had the great broad seale.
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Now haue I tolde how I did rise aloft,
And sate with pride and pomp, in golden hall,
And set my feete on costly carpets soft,
And playde at goale with goodly golden ball:
But after, Lord, I must rehearse my fall:
O trembling heart, thou canst not now for teares