Fortune had wroken her wrath on vs so sore.
45.
Or els that God, when my first passage was
Into exile along Saynt Albon’s towne,
Had neuer let mee further for to passe,
But in the streete with death had strucke mee downe:
Then had I sped of my desired bowne,
That my poore corps mought there haue lien with his
Both in one graue, and so haue gone to blisse.
46.