“...After My Departure I Caled to Mynde Our Conference...”

Lyrics

[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..."