First Edward was, the next place Edmund wonne,
Rutland’s yong earle by Clifford’s hand strooke dead,
Clarence the third, to death vntimely lead:
I was the last: of all the foure the worst,
By heau’n and nature in my birth accurst.
3.
When my sad mother in her fruitfull wombe
Bore me a painfull burthen to and fro,
Then the babe’s infant bed had been my tombe,
Had not keene rasors to her paine and woe