Tottel sig. Cciiiv

[sig. Cciiiv]

Or when he meanes the quiet man, (30) A harme to hasten him to grefe: A better dede he should do then, With borrowd dart to geue relefe. That both the sicke well demen may, He brought me rightly my request: (35) And eke the other sort may say, He wrought me truely for the best. So had not fancy forced me, To beare a brunt of greater wo: Then leauing such a life may be, (40) The ground where onely grefes do grow. Unlucky likyng linkt my hart, In forged hope and forced feare: That oft I wisht the other dart, Had rather perced me as neare. (45) A fayned trust, constrayned care, Most loth to lack, most hard to finde: In sunder so my iudgement tare, That quite was quiet out of minde. Absent in absence of mine ease, (50) Present in presence of my paine: The woes of want did much displease, The sighes I sought did greue againe. Oft grefe that boyled in my brest, Hath fraught my face with saltish teares, (55) Pronouncyng proues of mine vnrest, Whereby my passed paine appeares. My sighes full often haue supplied, That faine with wordes I wold haue said: My voice was stopt my tong was tyed, (60) My wits with wo were ouerwayd. With tremblyng soule and humble chere, Oft grated I for graunt of grace: +On hope that bounty might be there, Where beauty had so pight her place. (65) At length I found, that I did fere, How I had labourde all to losse, My self had ben the carpenter, That framed me the cruell crosse. Of this to come if dout alone, (70) Though blent with trust of better spede: