And twice fifteene the Ram his race hath runne,
Since first, O Cardiffe, as in darkesome den,
Within thy walles mew’d vp from sight of sunne,
Forlorne, to mourne my fortunes I begunne:
Then pitie take, O God, on th’aged blind,
Death now begins my captiue bands t’vnbind.
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Leade on, leade on, vnto that heau’nly place,
Where in eternall blisse my soule must dwell,
Flie faith before, sue penitence for grace,