That then my gasping ghost would haue expir’d
The breath of life, which I so oft desir’d.
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But after grieuous groane, when as my sprite
With feeling sense reuiued was againe,
My sterne tormentors, seeming to delite
In this their bloodie game, while I in vaine
Did beg dispatch of my tormenting paine,
With vnremorsefull hands againe began
T’inflict more woes on me most woefull man.