I wake, and am euen as it were a sparow sittinge alone vpon the house toppe.
Thou heldest myne eyes wakyng, I was so feble, that I coulde not speake.
My louers and frendes stande lokynge vpon my trouble, and my kynsmen are gone afarre of.
My soule doth paciently abide the Lorde from the one morning to the other.
O my God, I crye in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the night season also I take no rest.
But now, I am a companion of dragons, & a felowe of Estriches.