Weare I a Kinge I coude commande content;
Weare I obscure unknowne shoulde be my cares,
And weare I ded no thoughtes shoulde me torment.
Nor wordes, nor wronges, nor loves, nor hopes, nor feares,
A dowtefull choyse of these thinges one to crave,
A Kingdom or a cottage or a grave.
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