My heart with furie, that I did exclame
Vpon my fates that did my daies prolong,
In which I was ordain’d t’indure such wrong.
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Of mine owne seruants left all desolate,
But seuen in number did with me remaine,
Pursu’d by most disloyall people’s hate:
Oft with meane food my life I did sustaine,
Lest they by poyson should procure my bane:
And for my safetie with those few approued,