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First Line: For that my son hath lost his mortal shrine
Last Line: Sons of the ruffians who did murder thee.
Subject(s): Grief; Murder; Sons; Sorrow; Sadness


FOR that my son hath lost his mortal shrine,
This deare, brave lad on whom I did so dote,
I do not saye that destiny mis-wrote,
Since at the last must every life decline.
But that two crafty rascals bye design
Cut short his dayes with their fell blades that smote,—
Therein my grief noe solace finds to quote,
And all my soule doth in my grief repine.

O God, my Saviour, since of simple neede
My soule's deep wound for evermore must bleede,
The vowe of vengeance is a righteous vowe.
With thy strong arms upholde and strengthen me;
Deal thou thy justice for their felon blowe,
Sons of the ruffians who did murder Thee.





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