Then vnrelieu’d be pitied of his owne.
69.
It chanc’d as I toward Westminster did ride,
’Mongst the great concourse passing to and fro,
An aged man I happily espide,
Whose outward looks much inward griefe did show,
Which made me note him, and the more I ey’d
Him, me thought more precisely I should know,
Reuoluing long, it came into my mind,
This was the man to me had been so kind: