Spoliatis arma supersunt.
Graund Captain Cosmo liues of coine bereft,
Whose Page was wont his purse & coine to carry
Now neither Page, purse, coine, nor ought is left,
Saue what hee's forc't to pawne at th'ordinary.
Thus squint-eyde fortune partiall in her gifts,
Puts men of note sometimes to needy shifts.
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