Thinking thenceforth to enioy all worldly blisse,
And with my crowne’s delight my soule to feast:
What I expect, I do not only misse,
But am depriued eu’n of that small rest,
Of which before that time I was possest:
Conscience my former deeds in question brings,
And frights my guiltie soule with fearefull things.
37.
Each night, when quiet sleepe should close mine eies,
Long waking on my pallat I do lie,