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PASSION. XVI. (Book 16)
YEilding consent hauing vnlocked the gate,
The garde which kept my minde in reasons folde,
Then fond desire wrought in my Minde debate,
How of my friends I might liue vn-controulde:
To follie then the restrained raines I lent,
Of libertie, which now I doe repent.
What toyes so vaine which then I did not taste,
What acte so badde I would not seeme to proue,
I thought that time could neuer my ioyes waste:
Nor checke the pride of mine vntamed loue
Till on a heape my ioyes and follies toule,
The Bell of care, my louing ioyes controule.
Then ga•…•… I sighe, euen with a sad lament,
And pause vppon the remnent of my life,
Then that seemed greate which lest did discontent:
When as repentance sharpened sorrowes Knife,
To ex•…•…te the Iudgement of the lawe,
On him, thereof that neuer stoode in awe.
When frendes forsooke, and enemies did prie,
To worke reuenge for some vn-modest parte,
Then gan my soule, with sorrowes to discrie:
The guilte of sinne, that lodged in my hearte,
Whose memory did racke my senses soe;
That strech't they were beyond the bonds of woe.