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