A tale by signes with sighes and sobs set out,
Moues people’s mindes to pity plaged men,
With howling voyce do rather cry and showt,
And so by arte shew forth thy sorrow then:
For if thou speake some man will note with pen
What Wolsey sayde, and what thrue Wolsey downe,
And vnder foote flings Wolsey’s great renowne.
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What force of that my fall must needs be herd,
Before I fell I had a time to rise: