When from this world our wretched soules did flie.
15.
He dead, his sire, that poore deposed king,
The aged Henrie, sixt of that same name,
Liu’d in the Tower, depriu’d of euery thing
Which to a king pertain’d: yet did he frame
His thoughts with patience to endure the same,
Liuing a paterne of a patient spirit,
Who for his fame a golden verse doth merit.
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