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Chidiok Tichbourne 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 crope of corne is but a field of Tares and all my good is but vaine hope of gaine

The daie is fleed, & yet I sawe no sunne and now I live, & now my life is donne

The spring is past, and yet it has not sprung The ffruite is dead, and yet the leaves are greene My youth is gone, and yet I am but younge I sawe the worlde, and yet I was not seene My thread is cutt, & yett it is not spunne And nowe I live, and now my life is donne

I sought my death, and found it in my wombe I look't for liffe, and sawe it was a shade I trodd the Earth, & knowe it was my Tombe and now I dye, and nowe I am But made The glasse is full, & nowe ye glasse is rune And now I live, and now my life is done