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[O permitt that my sadnesse]
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O permitt that my sadnesseMay redeeme my offence!
Lett not words, spoke in madnesse,
Prejudice innocence!
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'Twas i'th' height of my passion,Lasse! I rau'd all the time:
Not thy wrath, but compassion,
I deseru'd by my crime.
3
Jealous feares, with their thicknesse,Had ore-clouded my brayne:
What I spoke in my sicknesse
Ne'er remember agayne.
4
Franticke men may talke treason,From all guilt they are free:
Lawes, for such as want reason,
Noe chastisement decree.
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5
Sure noe tyrant did euerCall that tongue to account,
Which, (in time of a feauer),
Tales of plotts did raccount.
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Then, since none can bee heard onThat e'er punished such faults,
O refuse not my pardon
To my past words, or thoughts!
7
Loe! as soone as I'me cured,I repent, I recant:
Make mee too, once assured
That my grace has thy grant.
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