Carnaruan’s Edward, hath forgone his graue,
Who does with him such dolefull tidings bring,
That yet thy muse the like did neuer sing:
Those sad mishaps which she before did show,
Compar’d to mine are counterfeits of woe.
4.
To strengthen her complaint before she sing,
And drowne her grieued thoughts in depth of woe:
(Yee murdred ghosts, that vnder night’s black wing,
In vncouth paths doe wander to and fro,