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XII. BEYNG IN SORROWE HE COMPLAINETH.
Mistrust misdemes amisse, whereby displeasure growes,
And time delaied finds frēds afraied their faith for to disclose;
Suspect that breede the thought and thoughte to sighes conuarte,
And sighs haue sought a floud of teares wher sobbs do seke ye hart.
And time delaied finds frēds afraied their faith for to disclose;
Suspect that breede the thought and thoughte to sighes conuarte,
And sighs haue sought a floud of teares wher sobbs do seke ye hart.
Thus harte that meanes no harme must feede on sorrowes all,
Untill suche tyme as pleaseth the iudge the truth in question call;
Though cause of greate mistrust before that iudge appeare,
My truthe and mercie of my iudge I trust shall set me cleare.
Untill suche tyme as pleaseth the iudge the truth in question call;
Though cause of greate mistrust before that iudge appeare,
My truthe and mercie of my iudge I trust shall set me cleare.
Report these rimes at large my truthe for to detecte,
Yet truthe in tyme shall trie it self and driue awaie suspecte,
Beleve not euery speache, nor speake not all you heare,
For truthe and mercie of the iudge I trust shall set me clear.
Yet truthe in tyme shall trie it self and driue awaie suspecte,
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For truthe and mercie of the iudge I trust shall set me clear.
L. V.
FINIS.
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