Excerpt from RhymesI beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts. But let your fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me to my trial, wherein if I be foiled, there is but one shamed who was never gracious, if killed, but one dead that is willing to be so: 1 shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me: the world no injury, for in it I have nothing only in the world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied when I have made it empty.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.