ABSTRACT
And so 0 leave to be, Sith thou art what thou art: Let not our race possesse Th'inheritance of shame, The fee of sin, that we Have left them for their part: The yoke of whose distresse Must still upbraid our blame, Telling from whom it came. Our weight of wantonesse Lies heavie on their hart, Who never-more shall see The glory of that worth They left, who brought us forth.
