There by some powre my hopes yet to renue,
Hoping amongst the Welch more faith to find,
T’whom from my youth I had been euer kind.
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But thus forsaken, whither shal I run?
Where shall I shadow me with safetie’s wing?
Since that a wife, a brother, and a sonne,
Pursues a husband, father and a king:
Pitie, adew, my wrong shall neuer wring
Remorse from others: Wales conspires my woe,