Thus to forgoe his lovely Marg[a]ret.
Margret. A[h], father, when the hermonie of heaven
Soundeth the measures of a lively faith,
The vaine illusions of this flattering world 10
Seemes odious to the thoughts of Marg[a]ret.
I loved once,—Lord Lacie was my love;
And now I hate my selfe for that I lovd,
And doated more on him than on my God;
For this I scourge my selfe with sharpe repents. 15
But now the touch of such aspiring sinnes