In strange disguise I to and fro remoued.
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In this distresse into the Ile of Wight
My selfe in secret wise I did conuey,
Where while I did remaine, in my despight
Each slaue, whose heart my name could once affray,
With barbarous taunts vpon the same did play:
Some call’d me fisherman, some rouing thiefe,
That fled the land, at seas to find reliefe.
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