There kept from sight of his deare loued damme,
Her absence with faint bleating doth lament,
Whose only sight can giue it safe content:
So little Yorke in vaine lamenting wept,
That from our mother’s presence he was kept.
58.
Oft, wofull child, thus hast thou question’d mee,
“Where is my mother?” and when I for woe,
Haue turn’d my backe and could not answere thee:
With teares againe, thou wouldest aske to know,