I haue no cause the Lady blinde to blame,
But blame my selfe I must, abusing place,[924]
Which might full well haue vsde the giftes of grace.
20.
Three things in fine I tell that wrought my fall,
First vile dissembling both with God and man,
For bloudshed then, which hauocke made of all,
Bloud cryes to him that well reuenge it can,
For filthie life I much offended than,
Wherefore aliue thus poysoned with these three,