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Willobie His Avisa

Or The true Picture of a modest Maid, and of a chast and constant wife. In Hexamiter verse. The like argument wherof, was neuer heretofore published [by Henry Willoby]
  

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CANT. IX.

AVISA.
Let that word stand, let that be true,
I doe refuse and so doe still,
God shield me from your cursed crew,
That thus are led by beastly will,
It grieues my hart, that I doe find
In Noble bloud so base a mind.
On worldly feare, you thinke I stand,
Or fame that may my shame resound,
No Sir, I feare his mightie hand,
That will both you and me confound,
His feare it is that makes me stay
My wandring steps from wicked way.
Who dares, say you, our facts vnfold?
Eu'n he that can mightie Kings tame,
And he that Princes hath controld,
He dares prouide a mightie shame,
What fence haue you for to withstand
His firie plagues, and heuie hand?
Though Samson queld the Lyons rage,
Though Solomon, a mightie King,
Yet when to sinne their harts they gage,
On both doth God confusion bring,
How can you then his wrath auoid,
That you and yours be not destroid?


He sees our facts, he viewes our deeds,
Although we sinne in secret place,
A guiltie conscience alwaies bleeds:
My faults will shew vpon my face,
My cheekes will blush, when I doe sin;
Let all men know, when I begin.
To seeme as chast, and not to be,
To beare a shew, and yet to faine,
Is this the loue, you beare to me,
To damne my soule in lasting paine?
If this the best you haue to say,
Pray giue me leaue, to goe my way.