For in this tower a chamber standes on hie,
From which a man may view through all the towne
By certayn windowes iron grated downe.
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Where on a day, now, Baldwine, note mine end,
I stoode in viewing where the towne was weake,
And as I busily talked with my frend,
Shot fro the towne, which all the grate did breake,
A pellet came, and droue a mighty fleake
Against my face and tare away my cheeke,