114792Where now I haue no one to blush with me,

793To crosse their armes & hang their heads with mine,

794To maske their browes and hide their infamie,

795But I alone, alone must sit and pine,

796Seasoning the earth with showres of siluer brine;

797 Mingling my talk with tears, my greef with grones,

798 Poore wasting monuments of lasting mones.

115799O night thou furnace of fowle reeking smoke!

800Let not the iealous daie behold that face,

801Which vnderneath thy blacke all-hiding cloke

802Immodestly lies martird with disgrace.

803Keepe still possession of thy gloomy place,

804 That all the faults which in thy raigne are made,

805 May likewise be sepulcherd in thy shade.

116806Make me not obiect to the tell-tale day,

807The light will shew characterd in my brow,

808The storie of sweete chastities decay,

809The impious breach of holy wedlocke vowe.

810Yea the illiterate that know not how

811 To cipher what is writ in learned bookes,

812 Will cote my lothsome trespasse in my lookes.