My louing brother Alfred liuing finde
To helpe me now, but for thy self vnkinde.”
With which neere toucht: yet all distrust to shun,
Bread streight I took, and thus my oth begun.
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“This bread,” quoth I, “I neuer wish to take
Downe through this throat into my hollow chest,
But choaking me, God grant, that it may make
My death a scandall, to my soule vnblest,
Which heav’n henceforth for euer may detest,