90624Hast thou commaund? by him that gaue it thee

625From a pure heart commaund thy rebell will:

626Draw not thy sword to gard iniquitie,

627For it was lent thee all that broode to kill.

628Thy Princelie office how canst thou fulfill?

629 When patternd by thy fault fowle sin may say,

630 He learnd to sin, and thou didst teach the way.

91631Thinke but how vile a spectacle it were,

632To view thy present trespasse in another:

633Mens faults do seldome to themselues appeare,

634Their own transgressions partiallie they smother,

635This guilt would seem death-worthie in thy brother.

636 O how are they wrapt in with infamies,

637 That frō their own misdeeds askaunce their eyes?

92638To thee, to thee, my heau'd vp hands appeale,

639Not to seducing lust thy rash relier:

640I sue for exil'd maiesties repeale,

641Let him returne, and flattring thoughts retire.

642His true respect will prison false desire,

643 And wipe the dim mist from thy doting eien,

644 That thou shalt see thy state, and pittie mine.