Excerpt from RhymesI beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts. But let your fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me to my trial; wherein if I be foiled, there is but one shamed who was never gracious, if killed, but one dead that is willing to be so: 1 shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me: the world no injury, for in it I have nothing only in the world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied when I have made it empty.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition.

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