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The Epitaphe vpon the tombe of Pe∣rillo and Carmosyna.
FRom cloddye Couche rise vpp consumed corse
You captiue knightes, vvhom Cupide sterude vvith care,
And louers ye that lyue, comme take remorce
On tvvo, that founde suche death as happs but rare
See here the sheete that shroudes such faithfull tvvayne
As selde are founde, to serue in loyall trayne.
Fovvre vvinters long I ranne a carefull race,
Wherin I founde the frutes of Crabbed fate,
Ne colde I gett the graunte of fortunes grace
But pinched still vvith panges of misers state
I felt the force of euery mortall blaste,
There vvas no yll vvherof I did not taste.
My folly forcde a fall of all I hadd
And frendes forsoke me in my greatest need
My rentes retird vvith route of roisters trade
And fancy fedd me vvith the foode of euill spede
I soughte to sovve the seedes of stayed lyfe
vvhen lo I cropt the frutes of greater stryfe.
And though the Seas did spite my good intent
Yet did they spare to spill me in their sandes,
But adding force to that, vvhich long my fates haue men••
My goodes and I, fell in the Pirottes handes,
VVher I in person pinchd vvith euery pang of care,
My pennance paide, vvith many a hongry share.