I doe beſeech you, Though I perchance am vicious in my gheſſe, As I confeſſe it is my natures plague, To ſpy into abuſes, and oft my iealouſie Shapes faults that are not, I intreate you then, From one that ſo imperfectly coniects, You’d take no notice, nor build your ſelfe a trouble, Out of my ſcattering, and vnſure obſeruance; […]
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