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 Him earnestly with carefull voyce, of furthrance and of ayd. Oftymes he did preferre his sute by gentle letters sent. Oft garlonds moysted with the deawe of teares that from him went He hanged on her postes. Oft tymes his tender sydes he layd Ageinst the threshold hard, and oft in sadnesse did upbrayd The locke with much ungentlenesse. The Lady crueller Than are the rysing narrowe seas, or falling Kiddes, and farre More hard than steele of Noricum, and than the stonny rocke That in the quarrye hath his roote, did him despyse and mock. Besyde her dooings mercylesse, of statelynesse and spyght Shee adding prowd and skornefull woordes, defrauds the wretched wyght Of verry hope. But Iphis now unable any more To beare the torment of his greef, still standing there before Her gate, spake theis his latest woordes: Well, Anaxarete, Thou hast the upper hand. Hencefoorth thou shalt not neede to bee Agreeved any more with mee. Go tryumph hardely: Go vaunt thy self with joy: go sing the song of victorye: Go put a crowne of glittring bay uppon thy cruell head. For why thou hast the upper hand, and I am gladly dead. Well, steely harted, well: rejoyce. Compeld yit shalt thou bee Of sumwhat in mee for to have a lyking. Thou shalt see A poynt wherein thou mayst mee deeme most thankfull unto thee, And in the end thou shalt confesse the great desert of mee. But yit remember that as long as lyfe in mee dooth last, The care of thee shall never from this hart of myne be cast. For bothe the lyfe that I doo live in hope of thee, and tother Which nature giveth, shall have end and passe away toogither. The tydings neyther of my death shall come to thee by fame. Myself (I doo assure thee) will bee bringer of the same. Myself (I say) will present bee that those same cruell eyen Of thyne may feede themselves uppon this livelesse corce of myne. But yit, O Goddes, (if you behold mennes deedes) remember mee. (My toong will serve to pray no more) and cause that I may bee Longtyme heerafter spoken of: and length the lyfe by fame The which yee have abridgd in yeeres. In saying of this same He lifted up his watrye eyes and armes that wexed wan To those same stulpes which oft he had with garlondes deckt ere than,