Again to the Queen.
FRom a mind delighting in sorrow, from spirits wasted with passion, from a heart torne in pieces with care, grief and travel, from a man
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FRom a mind delighting in sorrow, from spirits wasted with passion, from a heart torne in pieces with care, grief and travel, from a man
that hateth himself and all things that keepeth him alive, what service can your Majesty expect, since your service past deserves no more then banishment or prescription in the cursed'st of all other Countries? Nay, nay, it is your Rebels pride and success that must give me leave to ran∣som my life out of this hatefull prison of my loathed body: which if it happen so, your Majesty shall have no cause to mislike the fashion of my death, since the course of my life could never please you.
Your Majesties exiled Servan••, RO. ESSEX.