Greene in Conceipt New raised from his graue to write the Tragique Historie of faire Valeria of London. Wherein is Trvly Discovered the rare and lamentable issue of a Husbands dotage, a wiues leudnesse, & childrens disobedience. Receiued and reported by I. D. [i.e. John Dickenson] |
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[Hauing long reuolu'd in thought]
Hauing long reuolu'd in thought,
Long vnto my selfe lamented,
Since I first to sinne assented,
All the ill my sinne hath wrought;
Enforc'st I am with sighes to say,
Myne eyes did plot my soules decay.
Long vnto my selfe lamented,
Since I first to sinne assented,
All the ill my sinne hath wrought;
Enforc'st I am with sighes to say,
Myne eyes did plot my soules decay.
These all heedelesse of the harmes,
Guilfull Sirens had intended,
In like faults with them offended,
Listning to their luring charmes:
Whereby inforst, with sighes I say,
Mine ears did first my soule betray.
Guilfull Sirens had intended,
In like faults with them offended,
Listning to their luring charmes:
Whereby inforst, with sighes I say,
Mine ears did first my soule betray.
Then began each other sence,
Taught by them to wrest his vse,
Reauing me of all excuse,
Sought to shadow sinnes pretence,
Whereby enforc'st with sighes I say,
Mine ears did first my soule betray?
Taught by them to wrest his vse,
Reauing me of all excuse,
Sought to shadow sinnes pretence,
Whereby enforc'st with sighes I say,
Mine ears did first my soule betray?
Instruments of griefe and shame,
Sundering Isthmus of true pleasure
Chast delights vnspotted treasure,
Wracke and death of my good name;
Why force you me with sighes to say,
That you did first my soule betray?
Sundering Isthmus of true pleasure
Chast delights vnspotted treasure,
Wracke and death of my good name;
Why force you me with sighes to say,
That you did first my soule betray?
But oh cease fond wretch t'accuse,
Done, vndon things cannot bee:
More it now concerneth thee,
Other minde and means to vse:
Least thou too late with sighes do say,
Thy sinnes haue wrought thy soules decaye.
Done, vndon things cannot bee:
More it now concerneth thee,
Other minde and means to vse:
Least thou too late with sighes do say,
Thy sinnes haue wrought thy soules decaye.
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