| O! FOR my sake do you with Fortune chide | |
| The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, | |
| That did not better for my life provide | |
| Than public means which public manners breeds. | |
| Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, | 5 |
| And almost thence my nature is subdu’d | |
| To what it works in, like the dyer’s hand: | |
| Pity me, then, and wish I were renew’d; | |
| Whilst, like a willing patient, I will drink | |
| Potions of eisel ’gainst my strong infection; | 10 |
| No bitterness that I will bitter think, | |
| Nor double penance, to correct correction. | |
| Pity me, then, dear friend, and I assure ye | |
| Even that your pity is enough to cure me. |