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O pardon
Cupid, I confesse my fault,
Then mercy grant me in so iust a kinde:
For treason neuer lodged in my minde
Against thy might, so much as in a thought.
Then mercy grant me in so iust a kinde:
For treason neuer lodged in my minde
Against thy might, so much as in a thought.
And now my folly I haue dearely bought,
Nor could my soule least rest of quiet finde;
Since Rashnes did my thoughts to Error binde,
Which now thy fury, and my harme hath wrought.
Nor could my soule least rest of quiet finde;
Since Rashnes did my thoughts to Error binde,
Which now thy fury, and my harme hath wrought.
I curse that thought and hand which that first fram'd,
For which by thee I am most iustly blam'd:
But now that hand shall guided be aright,
For which by thee I am most iustly blam'd:
But now that hand shall guided be aright,
And giue a Crowne vnto thy endlesse praise,
Which shall thy glory and thy greatnesse raise,
More then these poore things could thy honor spight.
Which shall thy glory and thy greatnesse raise,
More then these poore things could thy honor spight.
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