Only make ye dispatch when ye begin,
And heau’ns impute it not to you for sin.”
48.
This did I speake, supposing they were come,
With violent hands to make my life the prize
Of wished death: but by more grieuous doome,
I first adiudged was to lose mine eies:
For while that vnto heau’n with pitious cries
Vpon their crueltie I did complaine,
They reft me of my sight with bitter paine.