"Hee taughte me juftice and the laws "Wyth pity to unite; 145 150 155 "And eke hee taughté mee howe to knowe "The wronge caufe fromm the ryghte: "Hee taughte mee wythe a prudent hande "To feede the hungrie poore, "Ne lett mye farvants dryve awaie "The hungrie fromme my doore: "And none can faye, but alle my lyfe "I have hys wordyes kept; "And fumm'd the actyonns of the daie "Eche nyghte before I flept. "I have a spouse, goe afk of her, "Yff I defyl'd her bedde? "I have a kynge, and none can laie "Blacke treafon onne my hedde. 160 165 170 "I leave thys mortall lyfe: "Farewell, vayne worlde, and alle that's deare, "Mye fonnes and lovynge wyfel "Ah, fweete Syr Charles! why wylt thou goe, "Wythoute thye lovynge wyfe? "The cruelle axe thatt cuttes thye necke, And dydd her treffes tere; "Oh! ftaie, mye husbande! lorde ! and lyfe!"- 255 "Tyll tyredd out wythe ravynge loud, Uponne a fledde hee mounted thenne, 260 Before |