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SIR WALTER RALEIGH'S LAMENTATION
i o It pleas'd1 my royall King thus to doe, thus to doe,
That his peeres should me bring to my Hues iudgement.
The Lieutenant of the tower
Kept me fast in his power,
Till the appointed houre of my remoouing.
11 TO Westminster then was I
garded strong, garded strong WThere many a wandring eye
saw me conuayed Where I a Iudgment had, for my offences bad, Which was to loose my head,
there the next morning.
12 So to the Gatehouse there,
was I sent, was I sent, By knights and gentlemen,
guarding me safely, Where all that wofull night, My heart tooke no delight: Such is the heauie plight
of a poore prisoner.
13 Calling then to my mind,
all my ioyes, all my ioyes, Whereto I was inclind,
liuing in pleasures: All those dayes past and gon, Brings me now care and mone,2 Being thus ouerthrowne,
by mine owne folly. 1 Text plea'sd. 2 Text moue.