'By Mary, and all saints in heaven, This sun shall be his last!' Then Canynge dropped a briny tear, And from the presence passed. With heart brimful of gnawing grief, He to Sir Charles did go, And sat him down upon a stool, And tears began to flow. We all must die,' said brave Sir Charles; 'What boots it how or when? Death is the sure, the certain fate, Of all we mortal men. 'Say why, my friend, thy honest soul Runs over at thine eye; Is it for my most welcome doom That thou dost child-like cry?' Saith godly Canynge: 'I do weep, That thou so soon must die, And leave thy sons and helpless wife 'Tis this that wets mine eye.' 'Then dry the tears that out thine eye From godly fountains spring; Death I despise, and all the power Of Edward, traitor-king. 'When through the tyrant's welcome means I shall resign my life, The God I serve will soon provide For both my sons and wife. 'Before I saw the lightsome sun, This was appointed me; Shall mortal man repine or grudge What God ordains to be? 'How oft in battle have I stood, When thousands died around; When smoking streams of crimson blood Imbrued the fattened ground? 'How did I know that every dart That cut the airy way, Might not find passage to my heart, And close mine eyes for aye? 'And shall I now, for fear of death, Look wan and be dismayed? No! from my heart fly childish fear; Be all the man displayed. 'Ah, godlike Henry, God forefend, And guard thee and thy son, If 'tis his will; but if 'tis not, Why, then his will be done. 'My honest friend, my fault has been To serve God and my prince; And that I no time-server am, My death will soon convince. 'In London city was I born, Of parents of great note; My father did a noble arms Emblazon on his coat: 'I make no doubt but he is gone Where soon I hope to go, Where we for ever shall be blest, From out the reach of woe. 'He taught me justice and the laws With pity to unite; And eke he taught me how to know The wrong cause from the right: 'He taught me with a prudent hand To feed the hungry poor, Nor let my servants drive away The hungry from my door: 'And none can say but all my life I have his wordis kept; And summed the actions of the day Each night before I slept. 'I have a spouse, go ask of her If I defiled her bed? I have a king, and none can lay Black treason on my head. 'In Lent, and on the holy eve, From flesh I did refrain; Why should I then appear dismayed To leave this world of pain? 'No, hapless Henry, I rejoice I shall not see thy death; Most willingly in thy just cause Do I resign my breath. 'Oh, fickle people! ruined land! Thou wilt ken peace no moe; While Richard's sons exalt themselves, Thy brooks with blood will flow. 'Say, were ye tired of godly peace, And godly Henry's reign, That you did chop your easy days For those of blood and pain? 'What though I on a sledge be drawn, And mangled by a hind, I do defy the traitor's power; He cannot harm my mind: