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212 The Isham MS. Thine ill spent youth, thyne after yeares haue impte.

and god y$t$ sawe thee, hath p$r$serud our Queene

Her thride still holdes thine perisht thowth vnspun̄e.

And she shall liue when trayters lines are donne.

Thou soughtst thy death, and found it in deserte

Thou lookst for lief yet lewdly forcd it fade

Thou trodst the earth and now in earth thou arte

As men may wish y$u$ neu$r$ hadst bin made

Thy glory and thy glasse are tymeles runne

And this (O Tuchbourne) hath thy Treason donne.