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IV. OF SUFFERAUNCE COMMETH EASE.
To seeme for to reuenge each wrong in hasty wise,By proofe of guiltlesse men, it hath not bene the guise.
In slaunders lothsome brute, where they condemnèd be,
With ragelesse moode they suffer wrong, where Truth shal try them free.
These are the pacient paynes, that passe within the brest
Of those that feele their cause by mine, where wrong hath right opprest.
I know how by suspect, I haue bene iudgd awry,
And graunted gilty in the thing, that clerely I deny.
My faith may me defend, if I might louéd be,
God iudge me so, as from the guilt I know me to be free.
I wrote but for my selfe, the griefe was all mine owne,
As who would proue extremitie, by proofe it might be knowne.
Yet are there such, that say they can my meaning deeme,
Without respect of this old troth, things prooue not as they seeme.
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Do make them selues suspect therewith, that needed not to kicke.
Yet in resisting wrong, I would not haue it thought
I doe amisse, as though I knew by whom it might be wrought.
If any such there be, that herewithall be vext,
It were their vertue to beware, and deeme me better next.
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