Nature’s vnkindest children will detest
My death’s vnkindnesse, and the flintest brest
Wil learne t’expire sad sighes with sorrow’s breath,
To heare me tell the manner of my death.
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From thence, where in grim darknesse I did dwell,
I forth was fetch’t, and by my foes that been
First stript I was, and then (O woe to tell)
My wombe was opened with a rasor keene,
With paine of which downe sinking, I did weene