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[Haue heauens conspired my balefull destinie]

Haue heauens conspired my balefull destinie:
Haue fates decreed my thraldome to prolong:
Will Mersa at all rue on my miserie:
Or shall I euer continue in this wrong:
Woe worth the houre, wherein thou hast bene borne:
Despayring thus like to a man forlorne.
Forlorne: for that thou darest not sue for grace
Of her, who sits like Iuno in her throne,
Driuing the lookers on into a maze,
To whom in vaine I daily make my mone.
Yet at her handes no hope of grace I finde,
That still torments my poore perplexed my minde.
Liue long thou tree, wherein these lines I graue,
And witnesse beare of this my loyaltie,
And how I seeke of her some fauour t'haue,
Whose heart is framed in forge of crueltie:
Then shall I liue though dead I be in graue,
With louers true, and challenge place to haue.