Which from that time twice thirtie yeares and foure,
With Norman bondage was oppressed sore.
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Thus by decree of fate without remorse
By the keene sword fiue sonnes to death’s doome past,
The sixt in riding on a head-strong horse
Into the siluer Thames dark deepe was cast,
In which his soule the pangs of death did taste:
The seuenth and last was in close prison kept,
Vntill in death the conquering Norman slept.