[XII. I floods of teares could clense my follies past]
I floods of teares could clense my follies past
I floods of teares could clense my follies past, Or
smokes of sighes might sacrifice for sinne, If groning cries
might salue my faults at last, Or endlesse moane for errour pardon winne: Then
would I cry, weepe, sigh, and euer moane, Mine errours, faults, sinnes, follies, past and
gone, follies past and gone. Then would I cry, weepe, sigh, and euer moane,
Mine errours, faults, sinnes, follies, past and gone, follies past and gone.
