XXXV. To his Lady Mri•, complaining of her cruelty.
Madam,
TYranny as ill becomes a subject as a Prince, and cruelty is the natural issue of that Mon∣ster; To say your Ladyship is guilty of both in some kind, is a truth undeniable: For ever since fortune made me happy in your knowledge, my affection hath had no Centre, but your breast; my faith, no fellow; and my constancy such as can never admit a change; yet my sighes are unpittied, my love unregarded, my faith and constancy an∣swered with nothing, but your disproportionate denialls; Nor can I, without wonder, consider, that your Ladyship should be 〈◊〉〈◊〉 all the world so perfectly charitable, to mee so cruell, unles 'twere ordained by fate, That the first fruits of my love (which should be the first step to happines) must be made abortive by your incompassion. Madam, the more you deny, the more fuel you add to those flames, which (if not suddenly allai'd by your pittie) will consume my very being into ashes of mortalitie; These are Madam, the reall dictates of a heart, that's wholly ben••
To serve you, T. B.