SONNETS.
¶As I by yours , y'haue pa
st a hell of Time,
¶And I a tyrant haue no lea
sure taken
¶To waigh how once I
suffered in your crime.
1795O that our night of wo might haue remembred
¶My deepe
st
sence,
_how hard true
sorrow hits,
¶And
soone to you,
_as you to me then tendred
¶The humble
salue,
_which wounded bo
somes fits!
¶_But that your tre
spa
sse now becomes a fee,
1800Mine ran
soms yours,
_and yours mu
st ran
some mee.
¶TIS better to be vile then vile e
steemed,
¶When not to be,
_receiues reproach of being,
¶And the iu
st plea
sure lo
st,
_which is
so deemed,
1805Not by our feeling,
_but by others
seeing.
¶For why
should others fal
se adulterat eyes
¶Giue
salutation to my
sportiue blood?
¶Or on my frailties why are frailer
spies;
¶Which in their wils count bad what I think good?
1810Noe,
_I am that I am,
_and they that leuell
¶At my abu
ses,
_reckon vp their owne,
¶I may be
straight though they them-
selues be beuel
¶By their rancke thoughtes,
_my deedes mu
st not be
shown
¶_Vnle
sse this generall euill they maintaine,
1815All men are bad and in their badne
sse raigne.
¶TThy guift,
_,
_thy tables,
_are within my braine
¶Full characterd with la
sting memory,
¶Which
shall aboue that idle rancke remaine
1820Beyond all date euen to eternity.
¶Or at the lea
st,
_so long as braine and heart
¶Haue facultie by nature to
sub
si
st,
¶Til each to raz'd obliuion yeeld his part
¶Of thee,
_thy record neuer can be mi
st:
1825That poore retention could not
so much hold,
¶Nor need I tallies thy deare loue to skore,
¶Therefore to giue them from me was I bold,
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