University of Virginia Library

XXXV.

Lamyngeton's sprite
speaks.
Let all my faults be buried in the grave;
All obloquies be rotted with my dust;
Let him first carpen that no faults can have;
'Tis past man's nature for to be aye just.
But yet, in soothen, to rejoice I must,
That I did not immeddle for to build;
Since this quaintissed place so glorious,
Seeming all churches joinèd in one guild,
Has now supplièd for what I had done,
Which, to my candle, is a glorious sun.