41. In the night time when I should take my rest I weepe, I wayle, I weat my bed with teares, And when dead sleape my spirites hath opprest, Troubled with dreames I fantazy vayne feares, Myne husband’s voyce then ringeth at mine eares, Crying for help: “O saue mee from the death, These vilaynes here doe seeke to stop my breath.” 42. Yea, and sometimes mee thinkes his drery ghost Appeares in sight, and shewes mee in what wise Those fell tyraunts with torments had emboost His winde and breath, to abuse people’s eyes, So as no doubt or question should arise Among rude folke, which litle vnderstand, But that his death came only by God’s hand. 43. I playne in vayne, where eares bee none to heare, But roring seas, and blustring of the winde, And of redresse am near a whit the neere, But with waste wordes to feede my mournfull minde, Wishing full oft the _Parcas_ had vntwinde My vitall stringes, or _Atropose_ with knife Had cut the lyne of my most wretched life. 44. Oh that _Neptune_, and _Æolus_ also, Th’one god of seas, the other of weather, Ere mine arriuall into that ile of woe, Had sunke the ship wherein I sayled thether, (The shipmen saued) so as I together With my good duke, might haue beene deade afore Fortune had wroken her wrath on vs so sore. 45. Or els that God, when my first passage was Into exile along Saynt _Albon’s_ towne, Had neuer let mee further for to passe, But in the streete with death had strucke mee downe: Then had I sped of my desired bowne, That my poore corps mought there haue lien with his Both in one graue, and so haue gone to blisse. 46. But I, alas, the greater is my greefe, Am past that hope to haue my sepulture Nere vnto him, which was to mee most leefe, But in an ile and country most obscure, To pyne in payne whilst my poore life will dure, And being dead, all honourlesse to lye In simple graue, as other poore that dye. 47. My tale is tolde, and time it is to ceasse Of troubles past, all which haue had theyr end: My graue I trust shall purchase mee such peace[694] In such a world, where no wight doth contend For higher place, whereto all flesh shall wend: And so I end, vsing one word for all As I began, that pryde will haue a fall. Quod G. F.[695]