212 The Isham MS.
Thine ill spent youth, thyne after yeares haue impte.
and god yt sawe thee, hath prserud 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 yu neur hadst bin made
Thy glory and thy glasse are tymeles runne
And this (O Tuchbourne) hath thy Treason donne.
FINIS.
