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THE LAMENTING LADY
Her pretty babes which at her breasts
did sweetly sucking lye To see their mothers bitter moane
did sadly sob and crye.
11 Whereat, halfe kild with woe alas,
I wish my wrongs (quoth she) That these my babes may be reueng'd
proud Lady, vpon thee: And as I am both true and iust
vnto my marriage bed so let Gods wondrous works be shown
on thee when I am dead.
12 And for these children two of mine
heauen send thee such a number At once, as dayes be in the yeare,
to make the world to wonder. For I as true a wife haue beene,
vnto my husbands loue: As any Lady on the earth,
vnto her Lord can proue.
13 Hereat relenting I began,
to mourne for this misdeed: And houre by houre in griefe thereof,
my sorrowing hart doth bleed.2 At last a heauie hand of heauen,
reuengd this womans woes: And on my bodies pampred pride,
a fearefull Iudgement shoes.
14 My cheekes that were so louely red,
of natures choycest dye: Grew blacke and vgly to behould, to euery weeping eye.
1 Text show. 2 No period in the text.