Whom vertue did inrich with all her store
Of goodly gifts, to make me fit therefore,
Of which depriu’d by destinie’s decree,
Woe and alas was only left to mee.
4.
Behold this feeble bodie pin’d away
With hunger’s waste, which once so stoutly bore
Our Sauiour’s badge in many a bold assay:
Behold the place where eyes haue stood before,
Now filled vp with blacke congealed gore: