Sonnet, XI.

VVHen my loathed life, had lost the light of Olimpus,
And descended downe, to the cursed caues of Auernus,
Neuer more had I thought, of men to be inlie molested,
But now alas, I see my hope is vaine:
My pleasure turned, to eternall paine.
For such foolish men, as I had neuer abused:
Neuer abused alas, yet alas, had euer abused:
Euer abused so, because so neuer abused.
Not onely seeke to quench my kindled glorie,
But also for to marre my vertues storie.
And though my life were lewd, Oh how it grieues me to thinke it.
Lewd as a life might be, from all good counsell abandond:
And giuen ouer vp, to the out cast sense of a sinner.
Yet might my end, haue moud them to remorce:
And not to reake their teene, on sillie corse.


Ile leaue it vnto those, that better can.