How hee could sing a masse of welaway.
35.
The ile of Man was the apoynted place
To penaunce mee for euer in exile,
Thither in haste they poasted mee apace,
And douting scape, they pind mee in a pyle,
Close by my selfe in care, alas, the while,
There felt I first poore prysoner’s hungry fare,
Much want, thinges skant, and stone walles harde and bare.
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