Doth giue defiaunce to thy wrath, and to thy cursed name, Proclayming mortal warre on thee vntill my tongue vntide, Shall ioy to speak to Zilia fast weping by my side. The heauens forbid that causlesse wrong abroad shold make his vaunt, Or that an vndeserued death forgetfull tombe should haunt: But that in written booke and verse their names shold euer liue And eke their wicked deedes shold dy, and vertues stil reuiue. So shall the pride and glory both, of hir be punisht right, By length of yeares, and tract of time. And I by vertues might, Full recompence thereby shal haue and stand still in good Fame, And she like caitif wretch shall liue, to hir long lasting shame. Whose fond regard of beautie’s grace, contemned hath the force Of my true loue full fixt in hir: hir heart voide of remorse, Esteemed it selfe right foolishly and me abused still, Vsurping my good honest fayth and credite at hir will. Whose loyall faith doth rest in soule, and therein stil shal bide, Vntill in filthy stincking graue the earth my corps shall hide. Then shal that soule fraught with that faith, to heuens make his repaire And rest among the heuenly rout, bedect with sacred aire. And thou for thy great cruelty, as God aboue doth know, With ruful voice shalt wepe and wayle for thy gret ouerthrow, And when thou woldst fayn purge thy self for that thy wretched dede No kindnes shal to the be done, extreme shal be thy mede: And where my tongue doth want his wil, thy mischiefe to display, My hand and penne supplies the place, and shall do so alway. For so thou hast constraynd the same by force of thy behest: In silence still my tongue to keepe, t’accomplishe thy request. Adieu, farewell my tormenter, thy frend that is full mute, Doth bid thee farewell once agayne, and so hee ends his sute. He that liueth only to be reuenged of thy cruelty, PHILIBERTO OF VIRLE.