For I spent the first half my life in thought,
Ere I spend the second my life to live,
The actions I should have done twice in lieu,
Gave new reprise ere for twice more anew,
And had I not tread the path my God sent,
Nor am I here to tell your son this day,
Then I shall be shamed by Fate to doom hence,
Though no doom comes at here my bitter ways,
High grown but lowly worn this armour weighed
Nor my name in verdigris cast fire ways,
Here, and so hear thy known name called to task,
Becomes thy name to spell in utter task.

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