Notes. In the only known source, this poem is transcribed among a series of libels on Buckingham’s death.

“Another”

My honour, favour, life, & all

Upon a string did hang, though small,

Yett strong; for proofe, noble Peeres

Could never break’t for many yeares

Yett honour, favour, life is ended,

And all the plotts, that were entended.

But what did all this ruine bring?

A fatall knife did cutt the string.

Source. Bodleian MS Tanner 465, fols. 102v-103r

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