And for my kingdome giue vs leaue to liue.”
45.
Thenceforth the tower, which late was deem’d my court,
Is made our prison by a tyrant’s might:
Farewell the world, our day now waxeth short,
Our gladsome sunne of comfort and delight,
Is ouercast with clouds of enuious night,
Winter is come euen in our spring of youth,
Our late sweet smiles are drown’d in teares of ruth.
46.