That now with shame I blushe to shewe my face.
18.
Those lewde delightes did drawe me to disease,
Consuming sicknesse brought me verye lowe,
Phisitions they Sicus[1229] that euil do know,
A kinde of sore which did me much displease,
It alwayes did bereaue me of my ease:[1230]
On partes belowe that gryping griefe doth growe,
On me my God a iust reuenge did show,
And at the last continuing in my sinne,