Sonnet. IX.

Wilt thou be still vnkind and kill mee so?
whose humbled vowes, with sorrowful apeale,
doe still persist, and did so long agoe
intreate for pitty, with so pure a zeale?
Suffise the world shall, (for the world can say)
How much thy power hath power, & what it can,
neuer was victor-hand yet moou'd to slay
the rendred captiue, or the yeelding man.
Then o: why should thy woman-thought impose
death and disdaine on him that yeelds his breath,
to free his soule, from discontent, and woes:
and humble sacrifice to a certaine death?
O since the world knowes, what thy power can doe,
What wert for thee to saue and loue mee to?