In his Pauillion Princely Henry lay'd

In his Pauillion Princely Henry lay'd, Whilst all his Army round about him slept, His restlesse head vpon his Helmet stay'd, For carefull thoughts his eyes long waking kept: Great God (quoth he) withdraw not now thy ayde: Nor let my Father Henries sinnes be heapt On my transgressions, vp the Summe to make, For which thou may'st me vtterly forsake.