Cvres for the itch | ||
Videremur tamen.
Cresus would seem to haue his conscience clearFrom touch or blemish of the worlds suspition
But tell me (Cresus) how can that appeare,
When all that see thee know thy lewd condition,
How true a villaine from thine infancy
Thou hast beene, art, and so intendst to die.
Cvres for the itch | ||