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| Tyr'd with all these for restfull death I cry, |
| As to behold desert a begger borne, |
| And needie Nothing trimd in iollitie, |
| And purest faith vnhappily forsworne, |
| 5 | And gilded honor shamefully misplast, |
| And maiden vertue rudely strumpeted, |
| And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd, |
| And strength by limping sway disabled, |
| And arte made tung-tide by authoritie, |
| 10 | And Folly (Doctor-like) controuling skill, |
| And simple-Truth miscalde Simplicitie, |
| And captiue-good attending Captaine ill. |
| Tyr'd with all these, from these would I be gone, |
| Saue that to dye, I leaue my loue alone. |
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| 15 | Tired with all these for restful death I cry, |
| As to behold desert a beggar born, |
| And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, |
| And purest faith unhappily forsworn, |
| And guilded honour shamefully misplaced, |
| 20 | And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, |
| And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, |
| And strength by limping sway disabled, |
| And art made tongue-tied by authority, |
| And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, |
| 25 | And simple truth miscalled simplicity, |
| And captive good attending captain ill. |
| Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, |
| Save that to die, I leave my love alone. |
