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[Teares in your eyes, and passions in your harts]
Teares in your eyes, and passions in your harts,
With mournfull grace vouchsafe Matildas story:
The subject sad, a King to act the parts
Of his owne shame, to others endlesse glory.
With mournfull grace vouchsafe Matildas story:
The subject sad, a King to act the parts
Of his owne shame, to others endlesse glory.
But such is sinne, where lawlesse lust is raigning,
Sweet to the taste, till all turnes to infection,
When count is cast, a reckoning is remaining,
Which must be payd, but not at our election.
Sweet to the taste, till all turnes to infection,
When count is cast, a reckoning is remaining,
Which must be payd, but not at our election.
Perrill and Greefe, the interest of Pleasure,
Spending the stock that Danger long was gayning,
Makes soule and body banckrupt of that treasure,
Which vainly spent, what helps our fond complayning?
O that my lines could so the Author grace,
As well his vertues merit prayse and place.
Spending the stock that Danger long was gayning,
Makes soule and body banckrupt of that treasure,
Which vainly spent, what helps our fond complayning?
O that my lines could so the Author grace,
As well his vertues merit prayse and place.
R. L. Esquire.
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