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ON THE LADY ARABELLA.

How doe I thanke thee Death, & blesse thy power,
That I haue past the Guard, and scap'd the Tower:
And now my Pardon is my Epitaph,
And a small coffin my poore Carkasse hath.
For at thy charge both soule and body were
Enlarg'd at last, secur'd from hope and feare.
That amongst Saintes, this amongst Kings is lay'd,
And what my Birth did claime, my Death hath payd.