Who doubting nothing what I would assay,
Left me, as was his wont, and went his way.
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He being gone, I wandring to and fro,
Began t’imagine how I might preuent
My wretched thrall, doom’d endlesse by my foe,
T’attempt all danger I stood fully bent,
Finding the meanes to perfect my intent,
Which at the last I found, alas, the while,
Since fawning fortune did my hopes beguile.