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VNrighteous
Lord of loue what law is this,
That me thou makest
thus tormented be:
the whiles she lordeth in
licentious blisse
of her freewill, scorning both
thee and me.
See how the Tyrannesse doth ioy to see
the huge massacres which her eyes do make:
and
humbled harts brings captiues vnto thee,
that thou
of them mayst mightie vengeance take.
But her proud
hart doe thou a little shake
and that high look,
with which she doth comptroll
all this worlds pride
bow to a baser make,
and al her faults in thy black
booke enroll.
That I may laugh at her in equall
sort,
as she doth laugh at me & makes my pain her
sport.
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