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SIR WALTER RALEIGH'S LAMENTATION
Shewes that disloyaltie Done to his Maiestie, Iudgeth me thus to dye; Lord for thy pitie.
6 But the good graces heere
of my King, of my King, Shewd to me many a yeere
makes my soule happie In that his royall Grace Gaue me both time and space Repentance to embrace:
now heauen be praised.
7 Thirteene yeare in the tower
haue I lien, haue I lien, Before this appoynted houre
of my Hues ending: Likewise such libertie Had I vnluckily, To be sent gallantly
out on a voyage.
8 But that same voyage then
prou'd amis prou'd amis, Many good gentlemen
lost their good fortunes: All that with me did goe Had sudden ouerthrowe My wicked will to shew
gainst my deere Countrey.
9 When I returned backe,
hoping grace, hoping grace, The tower againe alacke
was my abiding: Where for offences past, My life againe was cast Woe on woe followed fast
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