That, when he left to liue, he then left none,
That would as friends his suddaine death bemone:
He in that forrest did death’s cup carowse,
Which fatall was vnto the conqueror’s house.
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A goodlie place, that forrest once had ben,
Where manie a towne and manie a temple stood,
Made sacred with the prayers of holie men,
All which without respect to common good,
My father did conuert into a wood,