And shee the murdresse, for me will deny;
And if for silence I bee prest, Her good
20Yet I cherish
Though I perish,
For that shee
Shall bee free
From that foule guilt of spilling bloud.
〈Love if a God thou art.〉 〈Great Lord of Love.〉 〈Loves Exchange.〉 all without titles in O'F: punctuation mainly the Editor's