Hence in this plight to Berkley am I brought,
Where bidding comfort euermore farewell:
And feeding long on care and pensiue thought,
At length I am shut vp in darksome cell,
There to the senselesse walles my griefe to tell,
Deni’d the comfort of heau’n’s common light,
Bound while I liue to liue in endlesse night.
138.
My sterne tormentors moued with remorse,
Wish death to end my miserable care: