Those sweet-voic’d birds, whose aires thou dost commend, To which the echoing wood returnes replie, Though thee they please, yet me they do offend: For when I see, how they do mount on hie, Wauing their out-stretcht wings at libertie: Then do I thinke, how bird-like in a cage My life I leade, and griefe can neuer swage.” 104. Heere sighes broke off my speech, and that in mind I vndisturb’d might in that place bemone The lot adiudg’d to me by fates vnkind, I did command my keeper to be gone, And there to leaue me to my selfe alone, Who doubting nothing what I would assay, Left me, as was his wont, and went his way. 105. He being gone, I wandring to and fro, Began t’imagine how I might preuent My wretched thrall, doom’d endlesse by my foe, T’attempt all danger I stood fully bent, Finding the meanes to perfect my intent, Which at the last I found, alas, the while, Since fawning fortune did my hopes beguile. 106. Alone long wandring through the desert wood Farre from the castle, I did chance t’espie, Whereas a lustie gelding grasing stood, Whom straight I backt, and did for freedome flie Through vnknowne waies, that none might me descrie: But what is hid from heau’n, or who can shun God’s firme edict, by which all things are done? 107. In swift careire, as I did heedlesse passe, And through a meadow greene did make my way, In midst of which a muddie quauemire was, Into the same my horse did fall, and lay Vp to the bellie, which my flight did stay, Where striuing, as I was from thence t’haue past, They that pursu’d me, found me sticking fast. 108. To Cardiffe thence they bore me backe againe, As one whom frowning fortune did despise, And to the king of me they did complaine, Who with himselfe did tyrant-like deuise, That I for this offence should lose mine eies: Which when he tooke, what did he leaue behind, But woe in captiue bands to leade the blind? 109. My bodie thus the darkesome caue was made, In which my soule abode, as it had been Confin’d to dwell in house of endlesse shade, The windowes shut, no light could enter in, The light put out no comfort could be seene: And left thus blind, I seeke to flie my foes, Both soule and bodie Cardiffe doth inclose. 110.