Wit's Pilgrimage - Part 93
O proudly chast, and Louely-coy, deere Sweete,
Why takst thou pleasure to impeach thy fame
With name of Cruell, for thy Sex vnmeete?
To keepe good name, wilt thou lose thy good name?
Its mercy to thy selfe to be most fell
To those (I graunt) that seeke thine Honors soile:
But, vnto him that makes thy praise excell
It is no prayse to tryumph in his spoile.
The pure respect thou bear'st thy Chastity
First made me loue thee with all pure respect:
Then, sith pure loue, is perfect Piety ,
And chast Desire is sacred, in effect,
Requite my pure Loue, and my chast desire
With like, to like, till wee become intire.
Why takst thou pleasure to impeach thy fame
With name of Cruell, for thy Sex vnmeete?
To keepe good name, wilt thou lose thy good name?
Its mercy to thy selfe to be most fell
To those (I graunt) that seeke thine Honors soile:
But, vnto him that makes thy praise excell
It is no prayse to tryumph in his spoile.
The pure respect thou bear'st thy Chastity
First made me loue thee with all pure respect:
Then, sith pure loue, is perfect Piety ,
And chast Desire is sacred, in effect,
Requite my pure Loue, and my chast desire
With like, to like, till wee become intire.
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