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¶Be constant now therefore,
and faithfull to the end?
Be carefull how we both may do,
to be ech others friend.
¶With free and cleane consent,
two hearts in one I knit:
Which for my part, I vow to keep,
and promise not to flit,
¶Now let this vow be kept,
exchange thy heart for mine:
So shal two harts be in one breast,
and both of them be thine.
A sorrowfull Sonet, made by M. George Mannington, at Cambridge Castle.
To the tune of Labandala Shot.
Waile in wo, I plunge in pain,
with sorowing sobs, I do complain,
With wallowing waues I wish to die,
I languish sore whereas I lie,
In feare I faint in hope I holde,
With ruthe I runne, I was too bolde:
As lucklesse lot assigned me,
in dangerous dale of destinie:
Hope bids me smile, Feare bids me weep,
My seelie soule thus Care doth keep.
¶Yea too too late I do repent,
the youthful yeares that I haue spent,
The retch lesse race of carelesse kinde,
which hath betwitcht my woful minde.
Such is the chaunce, such is the state,
Of those that trust too much to fate.
No bragging boast of gentle blood,
What so he be, can do thee good:
No wit, no strength, nor beauties hue,
No friendly sute can death eschue.
