That for each word it may enforce a teare.
6.
(Sorrow, distresse, and all that can be found
Which once did helpe me waile my woefull smart,
When fatall Berckly’s buildings did resound
The echoing complaints of my poore hart)
Grant your accesse, and helpe to beare a part,
That our sad muse more ruthfully may sing,
The storie of a dead deposed king.
7.