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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