Which neede not, for sure I thinke that hee Who here in earth leades _Epicurus’_ life, As farre from God as possible may be, With whome all sinne and vices are most rife, Using at will both widdow, mayde, and wife, But that some deuill his body doth possesse, His life is such as men can iudge no lesse. 34. And God forgieue my wrath and wreakefull minde, Such is my hate to that most wicked wretch, Dye when hee shall, in heart I could well finde Out of the graue his corps agayne to fetch, And racke his limmes as long as they would stretch, And take delight to listen euery day How hee could sing a masse of welaway. 35. The ile of _Man_ was the apoynted place To penaunce mee for euer in exile, Thither in haste they poasted mee apace, And douting scape, they pind mee in a pyle, Close by my selfe in care, alas, the while, There felt I first poore prysoner’s hungry fare, Much want, thinges skant, and stone walles harde and bare. 36. The chaunge was straunge, from sylke and cloth of gold To rugged fryze my carcas for to cloath, From prince’s fare, and daynties hot and cold, To rotten fish, and meates that one would loath, The diet and dressing were much alike boath, Bedding and lodging were all alike fine, Such downe it was as serued well for swyne. 37. Neyther doe I myne owne case thus complayne, Which I confesse came partly by desert: The only cause which doubleth all my payne, And which most neere goeth now vnto my hearte, Is that my fault did finally reuert To him that was least guilty of the same, Whose death it was, though I abode the shame. 38. Whose fatall fall when I doe call to minde, And how by mee his mischiefe first began, So ofte I cry on fortune most vnkinde, And my mishap most vtterly doe banne, That euer I to such a noble man, Who from my crime was innocent and cleare, Should bee a cause to buy his loue so deare. 39. Oh, to my heart how greeuous is the wounde, Calling to minde this dismall deadly case: I would I had beene doluen vnder ground When hee first saw or looked on my face, Or tooke delight in any kinde of grace Seeming in mee, that him did stir or moue To fancy mee, or set his heart to loue. 40. Farewell, _Greenewych_, my pallace of delight, Where I was wont to see the christall streames Of royall _Thames_, most plesaunt to my sight: And farewell, _Kent_, right famous in all realmes, A thousand times I minde you in my dreames, And when I wake most griefe it is to mee, That neuer more agayne I shall you see.[693]