And lockt in dungeon deepe from sight of heauen,
Sweete dame delight, with whom I liu’d of late,
Farre from my sad abode away was driuen,
And carefull sorrow for companion giuen:
The youthfull spring of my delight was done,
And winter’s state now in my youth begun.
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And with the winter of my woes begun
The frostie seasons winter bore apart,
Whose vnkinde cold did through my bodie run,