76526But if thou yeeld, I re
st thy
secret friend,
527The fault vnknowne, is as a thought vna
cted,
528"A little harme done to a great good end,
529For lawfull pollicie remaines ena
cted.
530"The poy
sonous
simple
sometime is compa
cted
531 In a pure compound; being
so applied,
532 His venome in e
ffe
ct is puri
fied.
77533Then for thy husband and thy childrens
sake,
534Tender my
suite, bequeath not to their lot
535The
shame that from them no deui
se can take,
536The blemi
sh that will neuer be forgot:
537Wor
se then a
slaui
sh wipe, or birth howrs blot,
538 For markes di
scried in mens natiuitie,
539 Are natures faultes, not their owne infamie.
78540Here with a Cockeatrice dead killing eye,
541He row
seth vp him
selfe, and makes a pau
se,
542While
shee the pi
cture of pure pietie,
543Like a white Hinde vnder the grypes
sharpe clawes,
544Pleades in a wilderne
sse where are no lawes,
545 To the rough bea
st, that knowes no gentle right,
546 Nor ought obayes but his fowle appetite.
79547But when a black-fac'd clowd the world doth thret,
548In his dim mi
st th'a
spiring mountaines hiding:
549From earths dark-womb,
some gentle gu
st doth get,
550Which blow the
se pitchie vapours frō their biding:
551Hindring their pre
sent fall by this deuiding.
552 So his vnhallowed ha
st her words delayes,
553 And moodie PLVTO winks while Orpheus playes.
80554Yet fowle night-waking Cat he doth but dallie,
555While in his hold-fa
st foot the weak mou
se pāteth,
556Her
sad behauiour feedes his vulture follie,
557A
swallowing gulfe that euen in plentie wanteth.
558His eare her prayers admits, but his heart granteth
559 No penetrable entrance to her playning,
560 "Tears harden lu
st though marble were with ray
-ning.