Begot wi hout father, in earth I remaine,
And oft I am turnd, to
my mother againe.
By night and by day I labour alwaies,
And with
my sharp sauor both please + displease.
Thus heere in this earth my
race out I runne:
And neuer have issue, nor daughter, nor sonne.
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