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LXIV.

This lark releiud by yow, greate soverane queene,
refigurs not my paynes nor yet my plight,
which in the foulers hand with feare hethe bene,
conceating causes baith of deathe and flight:
schee fredoome hes recoverd by your sight,
fred of the cage whair shee suld bene enclosd,
miracoulouslye hethe on your neck now light,
and ioying lairgar lyfe hathe there reposd;
Bot I, alas, no lark to deathe exposd,
no Fouler cachting bot a Fouler caught,
inthralled by the [whose] beautye hathe me glosd,
and sereinlyke hes at my thraldome laught,
can never fredome to my harte proceure,
quho might to mercye euen wyld beastes alleure.