‘Sweete sonne Edward, white bookes thou make,
And euer haue pittye on the pore cominaltye!
Ffarwell Hope and Hopedale!
Mould and Moulesdale, God be with thee!
I may take leaue with a sorry cheere,
For within thee will I neuer bee.’
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As they stoode talking together there,
The duke and the lords trulye,
Came Iamie Garsed, a yeman of the guard,