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A Lady writeth vnto her Louer wherin shee most
earnestly chargeth him with Ingratitude.
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A Lady writeth vnto her Louer wherin shee most earnestly chargeth him with Ingratitude.
O wretched
wight whom hensfoorth may I trust
All men both falce and fell I will them painte,
If thou (vnkinde) bee cruell and vniust
Whom I alwayes so faythfull held and quainte:
What cruelty? what trustles treasons iust?
Was euer hard by tragicall complaint?
But lesse then this, my merit if I may,
And thy desart in equall ballance lay.
All men both falce and fell I will them painte,
If thou (vnkinde) bee cruell and vniust
Whom I alwayes so faythfull held and quainte:
What cruelty? what trustles treasons iust?
Was euer hard by tragicall complaint?
But lesse then this, my merit if I may,
And thy desart in equall ballance lay.
Wherfore (vnkinde) since that on liue?
A worthier wight of prowes ne beauty,
Ne that by much to thee that doth ariue,
In cumly porte ne genorositie.
Why doost thou not tweene these thy vertues striue,
It may bee sayd thou hast serbillitie:
Then say that who of fayth is helden stable:
There may to him none els bee comparable.
A worthier wight of prowes ne beauty,
Ne that by much to thee that doth ariue,
In cumly porte ne genorositie.
Why doost thou not tweene these thy vertues striue,
It may bee sayd thou hast serbillitie:
Then say that who of fayth is helden stable:
There may to him none els bee comparable.
For write ye not that vertues haue no grace
Wheras this trust and stablenesse doth want,
As other things, though much of cumly face:
Cannot be seene, where gladsome light is skant.
A mayd to false for thee, an easie case,
Whose Idol, Lord & God thou werst most puisant
Whom with thy wordes it easly had bin donne,
To make beleue both colde and darke the sonne.
Wheras this trust and stablenesse doth want,
As other things, though much of cumly face:
Cannot be seene, where gladsome light is skant.
A mayd to false for thee, an easie case,
Whose Idol, Lord & God thou werst most puisant
Whom with thy wordes it easly had bin donne,
To make beleue both colde and darke the sonne.
Cruell, what offence hast thou for to bewayle,
The killing of thy loue if thou not repent?
If yee accompte so light of fayth to fayle:
What other sinne can make thy harte lament?
How treate you foes, if mee ye doo assayle?
That loues thee so, with such cruell torment:
The heauens iustles, I will say to bee:
In case they shew the iust reuenge of mee.
The killing of thy loue if thou not repent?
If yee accompte so light of fayth to fayle:
What other sinne can make thy harte lament?
How treate you foes, if mee ye doo assayle?
That loues thee so, with such cruell torment:
The heauens iustles, I will say to bee:
In case they shew the iust reuenge of mee.
If of offences all, that monstrous vice
Ingratitude, do most a man offend,
And if for that, an Angell of great price,
Was forced to Hell, from heauen to dissend:
If great offence, great chastisment entice
When to reforme, the hart doth not him bend,
Take heed sharp skourge that God on thee not send
Thou art to mee vnkinde, and doost not mend.
Ingratitude, do most a man offend,
And if for that, an Angell of great price,
Was forced to Hell, from heauen to dissend:
If great offence, great chastisment entice
When to reforme, the hart doth not him bend,
Take heed sharp skourge that God on thee not send
Thou art to mee vnkinde, and doost not mend.
If these also, besides some other spot
I haue (vnkinde) wherof thee to accuse,
That thou my hart with holdst, I meane it not,
I speake of thee that madest thee myne by lot,
And robbest mee since, against reasō which I must
Restore (vnkinde) for well thou wottest it playne,
They shalbe damned that others goods retaine.
I haue (vnkinde) wherof thee to accuse,
That thou my hart with holdst, I meane it not,
I speake of thee that madest thee myne by lot,
And robbest mee since, against reasō which I must
Restore (vnkinde) for well thou wottest it playne,
They shalbe damned that others goods retaine.
Unkinde, thou hast forsaken mee, but I will
Not will thee willingly for none assayes
Yet this hard hap, and trouble for to flie,
I can and will, ende these my wofull dayes:
In onely way, in thy disgrace to dye,
For if the Gods had graunted by their payes
My death, geuen then, when I stoode in thy grace,
No wight had dyed in halfe so happy a case.
Not will thee willingly for none assayes
Yet this hard hap, and trouble for to flie,
I can and will, ende these my wofull dayes:
In onely way, in thy disgrace to dye,
For if the Gods had graunted by their payes
My death, geuen then, when I stoode in thy grace,
No wight had dyed in halfe so happy a case.
FINIS.
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