The First Fovre Bookes of Virgil his AEneis Translated intoo English heroical verse by Richard Stanyhurst, wyth oother Pohetical diuises theretoo annexed |
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A PENITENT SONNET WRITTEN by thee Lord Girald a litle beefore his death.
By losse in play men oft forgetThee duitye they dooe owe,
Too hym that dyd bestow thee same,
And thowsands millions moe.
J loathe too see theym sweare and stare,
When they the mayne haue lost;
Forgetting al thee byes, that weare
With God and holye goast.
By wounds and nayles they thinck too wyn,
But truely yt is not so:
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They mooniles must goa.
Theare is no wight that vsd yt more,
Then hee that wrote this verse;
Who cryeth, peccaui, now therefore
His othes his hert doe perce.
Therefor example take by mee,
That curse thee lucklesse tyme;
That eauer dice myne eyes dyd see,
Which bred in mee this crime.
Pardon mee for that is past,
I wyl offend no more:
In this moste vile and sinful cast ,
Which I wyl stil abhore.
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