From wofull hart to waile my trespasse done:
For should I liue, foule shame how shall I shun?
Then welcome death, ’tis death must end my woe,
Vnto my graue my greefe with me will goe.”
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This said, he wept and I began relent
And take remorse on his calamitie,
His hoarie head did moue me to lament
His wretched state, whom I from miserie
Restor’d againe to former dignitie: