Within the Tower, of which my brother spake, Lockt vp from sight of all our friends we were, Where while we do expect, when I shall take The crowne on me, t’whom whilome euery peere, As to their soueraigne fealtie did sweare: At last report these fearefull newes doth bring, We were depos’d, _Gloster_ was England’s king. 44. Which, when I first did heare, a thrilling feare Ran through my heart, and sighing thus I spake: “Alas, that I was borne king _Edward’s_ heire, Would God my vncle, though from me he take My crowne, which willingly I could forsake, Would leaue vs that, which none but God can giue, And for my kingdome giue vs leaue to liue.” 45. Thenceforth the tower, which late was deem’d my court, Is made our prison by a tyrant’s might: Farewell the world, our day now waxeth short, Our gladsome sunne of comfort and delight, Is ouercast with clouds of enuious night, Winter is come euen in our spring of youth, Our late sweet smiles are drown’d in teares of ruth. 46. O noble _Edward_, from whose royall blood Life to these infant bodies nature drew, Thy roses both are cropt euen in the bud: Why didst thou leaue that bore in time t’ensue, To spoile those plants that in thy garden grew? Of all that haruest which thy hand did sow, Nought haue we reaped but a crop of woe. 47. Who now amongst thy peeres of note or name, The sad mishap of thy deare sonnes doth mone? Where’s _Howard_, _Louell_, _Barkley_, _Buckingham_, That bound themselues by oath to thee, that none But thy faire sonnes should sit vpon the throne? Woe worth them all, they all do now crie, “downe With _Edward’s_ heires, let _Gloster_ haue the crowne.” 48. Ah pitie, in what region didst thou dwell, Had’st thou been present in those hatefull times, Then should not I thy shame, O England, tell, Nor should I seeke to proue thy wicked crimes Vnto thy face in these impartiall rimes: Thy princes, on whose state misfortune frown’d, In thy false people pitie seidome found. 49. Search time’s records, there see how poysoned _Iohn_ Stands vp to witnesse thy sterne people’s hate, See how the second _Edward_ thrust from throne, Cries for reuenge on people of that state, Behold thy shame in _Richard’s_ wofull fate: Gainst whom thy nation vnremorsefull stood, Till Pomfret’s wals were sprinkled with his blood. 50.