H. His Deuises for his owne exercise, and his Friends pleasure [by Thomas Howell] |
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For smale offence, smale punishment.
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For smale offence, smale punishment.
My
Lady giues the reyne to her despite,
And lightly she beleeues what others fayne:
With death she vowes my seruice to requite,
And payes me not with like good will againe,
So that she seekes to trusse vp my good will,
With trusting those that euer ment me ill.
And lightly she beleeues what others fayne:
With death she vowes my seruice to requite,
And payes me not with like good will againe,
So that she seekes to trusse vp my good will,
With trusting those that euer ment me ill.
The murdring Knyfe for my offencelesse crime,
I see preparde to gore my guyltlesse blood:
The cruell voyce of rough condemning rime,
Hath scapte her mouth, and maye not be withstood.
Yet let her date my death with this one line,
Here lyeth my Seruant buryed in his Shrine.
I see preparde to gore my guyltlesse blood:
The cruell voyce of rough condemning rime,
Hath scapte her mouth, and maye not be withstood.
Yet let her date my death with this one line,
Here lyeth my Seruant buryed in his Shrine.
If mercie fayle, there is no other charme,
If that preuayle, vngracious luck farewell:
My guiltlesse trespasse shall escape the harme,
That enuye wisht on me to haue befell.
Of my estate, let her say yea, or nay,
I most regarde her doome for to obay.
If that preuayle, vngracious luck farewell:
My guiltlesse trespasse shall escape the harme,
That enuye wisht on me to haue befell.
Of my estate, let her say yea, or nay,
I most regarde her doome for to obay.
From heauen the grace of gentle minds descends,
And like the maker should the matter bee:
Then let my Mistres when she wrath pretends,
Affects of mercie in the Gods foresee,
And when she graunts to follow them in that,
Let her recure and pardon she knowes what.
And like the maker should the matter bee:
Then let my Mistres when she wrath pretends,
Affects of mercie in the Gods foresee,
And when she graunts to follow them in that,
Let her recure and pardon she knowes what.
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