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Judas in despaire.
TErrors torment my tortur'd soule perplexed,
Fell furies fright, and hale me on away,
To Cayphas and the rest vvith horrour vexed
Goes Simons sonne, Gods son did false bettay,
Such is my sinne against that guiltlesse blood,
No baulme in Israel left to doe me good.
They answer'd, carelesse of my vvretched state,
What's that to vs? Looke thou thy selfe vnto it,
Then vengeance I expect, grace comes too late,
Resolue no lesse, for that you brib'd me do it,
Sathan seduc'd, I acted the offence,
Despaire is come, there lies your thirty pence▪
I am perditions child, outcast forlorne,
All haile in vvord, but in the heart all hatefull,
It had ben good, so bad had nere ben borne,
That of all creatures am the most ingratefull:
Oh had I neuer liu'd, suruiuing shame
Had vnreported hid my odious name.