Backe, backe, my griefe, and vnto Henrie tell,
Beauchamp is dead, Cardiffe adew, farewell:”
This said, I downe did sinke into my bed,
In which my soule did leaue the bodie dead.
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Thus hast thou heard the Norman’s blind duke tell
His fame in forren parts, the wretched wracke
Of his renowne, and cause for which he fell:
The iudge of heau’n to punish is not slacke,
Where men do cast heau’n’s gifts behind their backe: