And now this pale swan in her watery nest (1612)
Begins the sad dirge of her certain ending; (1613)
'Few words,' quoth she, 'shall fit the trespass best, (1614)
Where no excuse can give the fault amending: (1615)
In me moe woes than words are now depending;
And my laments would be drawn out too long, (1617)
To tell them all with one poor tired tongue.