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Chidiok? Eichbourne?] [verses?] which he made in the tower before his execucon
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares My feast of joye is but a dish of paine My crops of corne is but a field of Tares and all my good is but vaine hope of gaine
The daie is freed, & yet I sawe no sunne and now I rise, & now my life is donne