And Gourney, wretched man, in stead of crowne
With wreath of grasse my royall browes abusde,
Patience perforce it might not be refusde:
Then while in wretched case my hands I wring,
In scorne the villaines bid auaunt sir king.
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While thus I sit all carefull comfortlesse,
With pitious lookes cast vp in wofull wise,
Calling the heau’ns to witnesse my distresse,
In stead of teares, the starres like weeping eies