ABSTRACT
Even from my byrth committed was to fatall sisters three. 500 They may in spyte of foes, draw foorth my lively threed And they also, who so sayth nay, asonder may it shreed. But who to reave my lyfe, his rage and force would bende, Perhaps should trye unto his payne how I it could defendc. Ne yet I love it so, but alwayes, for your sake, A sacrifice to death I would my wounded corps betake. If my mishappe were such, that here, before your sight, I should restore agayne to death, of lyfe my borowde light, This one thing and no more my parting sprite would rewe: That part he should, before that you by certaine triall knew 510 The l0ve I owe to you, the thrall I languish in And how I dread to loose the gayne which I doe hope to win And how I wishe for lyfe, not for my propre ease, But that in it, you might I love, you honor, serve and please Tyll dedly pangs the sprite out of the corps shall send. And therupon he sware an othe, and so his talc had ende.
