The house of dole where wofull sprites complayne,
Nor vserers on me had vsde sutch power,
Nor I had seene depaynted in disdayne,
The God of care, with whom dead Ghosts remayne.
Who howles and Skrekes in hollow trees and holes,
Where Charon raygnes among condemned soules.
Ah, ah, since hap will worke my wretched end,
And that my ruine by iudgement is decreed:
Why doth not happe sutch happy fortune send,
That I may lead with me the man in deede,