[LVI. I soung sometime]
I soung sometime
I soung sometime, I soung, I soung
sometime the freedome of my fancye, the
fire extinct, the yoke and bonds subdued, with hart congealed,
with hart congealed, I quencht the burning phransye, and with disdayne,
and with disdaine, the harmefull bayte eschewed, but now
I wayle my bondage and my enchayning, all naked vnarmed, in louely
netts engaged, nor by teares, nor by teares can I finde, nor by complayning,
mercy, mercy, mercy, nor comfort nor comfort, nor yet my griefe assuaged.
