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198 JANE SHORE.
Then for my lewd and wanton life, That made a strumpet of a wife, I penance did in Lombard-street, In shameful manner in a sheet:
Where many thousands did me view, 85
Who late in court my credit knew; Which made the tears run down my face, To think upon my foul disgrace.
Not thus content, they took from mee My goods, my livings, and my fee, so
And charg'd that none should me relieve, Nor any succour to me give.
Then unto Mistress Blague I went,
To whom my jewels I had sent,
In hope thereby to ease my want, as
When riches fail'd, and love grew scant.
But she deny'd to me the same,
When in my need for them I came;
To recompence my former love,
Out of her doors she did me shove. 100
So love did vanish with my state, Which now my soul repents too late; Therefore example take by me, For friendship parts in poverty.
But yet one friend among the rest, 105
Whom I before had seen distress'd,