A shamefull death, to end thy shamefull life:
A sight longed for, ioyfull to euery eye,
When thou shalt bee arraigned as a theefe,
Standing at bar, and pleading for thy life,
With trembling tongue in dread and dolour’s rage,
Lade with white lockes, and fourscore yeares of age.
99.
Yet shall not death deliuer thee so soone
Out of thy woes, so happy shalt not[1646] bee:
But to th’eternall[1647] Ioue this is my boone,