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guest, great cause have I to plain me,

Yet hope persuading hope expecteth grace,

And saith none but myself shall ever pain me;

But grief my hopes exceedeth in this case;

For still my fortune ever more doth cross me

By worse events than ever I expected;

And here and there ten thousand ways doth toss me,

With sad remembrance of my time neglected.

These breed such thoughts as set my heart on fire,

And like fell hounds pursue me to my death;

Traitors unto their sovereign lord and sire,

Unkind exactors of their father's breath,

Whom in their rage they shall no sooner kill

Than they themselves themselves unjustly spill.