Hast thee harsh verse, as fast as thy lame measure
Will give thee leave, to him, my pain and pleasure.
I have given thee, and yet thou art too weake,
Feete, and a reasoning soule and tongue to speake.
Plead for me, and so by thine and my labour
I am thy Creator, thou my Saviour.
Tell him, all questions, which men have defended
Both of the place and paines of hell, are ended;
And 'tis decreed our hell is but privation
Of him, at least in this earths habitation:
And 'tis where I am, where in every street
Infections follow, overtake, and meete:
Live I or die, by you my love is sent,
And you'are my pawnes, or else my Testament.
[To M^r T. W.: O'F, W: To M. T. W. 1633-69, A18, N,
TCC, TCD]
[1 verse, 1669: verse 1633-54]
[2 to him, my pain and pleasure. W, and Chambers (without
comma): to him; My pain, and pleasure 1633-69: to him. My
pain and pleasure, Grolier]
[4 Feete, ... soule W: no comma 1633: Feete ... soule,
1635-69]
[5-6 These lines only in W]
[9 our] that W]
[14 And you'are 1633, A18, N, TC, W: You are
1635-69, O'F
pawnes] om. with space, W]