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(4) I'm brought to punishment direct,

pale draws  to me!

This end I never did project,

to hang upon a tree!

To hang upon a tree, a tree!

that curs'd, unhappy death!

Like to a wolf to worried be,

and choaked in the breath.

My very heart would surely break,

when this I think upon,

my courage singular,

bid pensive thoughts begone.

No man earth that draweth breath,

more courage had than I;

I dar'd my foes unto their face,

and would not from them fly:

This grandeur stout, I did keep out,

like Hector, manfullie:

Then wonder one like me, so stout,

should hang upon a tree!

Th' Egyptian band I did command,

with courage more by far,

Than ever did a general

his soldiers in the war.