“...After My Departure I Caled to Mynde Our Conference...” Sting
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[Extract from a letter to Sir Robert Cecil]
"...After my departure, I called to mind our conference and got me by myself and wept heartily to see my fortune so hard that I should become servant to the greatest enemy of my prince, country, wife, children, and friends, for want, and to make me like themselves. God, He knoweth, I never loved treason nor treachery, nor never knew any..."
"...After my departure, I called to mind our conference and got me by myself and wept heartily to see my fortune so hard that I should become servant to the greatest enemy of my prince, country, wife, children, and friends, for want, and to make me like themselves. God, He knoweth, I never loved treason nor treachery, nor never knew any..."
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