When out of east the day began to peepe,
Who, as if she my ruefull case did mone,
Vpon my head her dewie droppes did weepe,
The right hand way they left, and iourn’ing on,
Where Seuerne’s siluer waues doth play vpon
The marish greene, they forced me to light,
There to haue slaine my heart with sad despight
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In stead of royall chaire, they set me downe
On a mole-hill (was neuer king so vsde)