1 Respect my faith, regard my seruice past ;
The hope you wing'd call home to you at last.
Great prise it is that I in you shall gaine :
So great for you hath been my losse & paine.
My wits I spent and time for you alone;
Obseruing you and loosing all for one.
2 Some rais'd to rich estates in this time are,
That held their hopes to mine inferiour farre ;
Such scoffing mee, or pittying me, say thus,
Had hee not lou'd he might haue liu'd like vs.
O then deare sweet for loue and pitti's sake
My faith reward, and from me scandall take.
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