Steps in, and doth that happinesse deny.
121.
Recall’d from death by those that stood about,
When breath through grieued brest found passage free,
In these sad words my woes I breathed out:
“O powrefull God, since ’tis thy will that wee
Do leaue our crowne, I grudge not thy decree:
Thou art most iust in all, thou gau’st a crowne,
But ah, mine owne misdeeds haue cast me downe.
122.