DESERT

STay judgement Prince, and let my case be know Whose friendly toil, deserves to rea e his gain Mine earnest ute, may not be thus orethrowen, So long employed, in hope and endless pain. I see these men, press boldly here in place, Unfolds great words, and long deb tes the case: And braves it out, with goodly gallant Shows, Which I will not, eclipse nor blot at all, My claim is good, and that joust God he knows, What need I then, my right in question call. I have no force, nor skill in marshiall field, I boast not of my fresh and flowering hue, Nor yet need not, in any point to yield, That can allege, Dezarts and service true. My travel then, and truth may not be l st, Nor my good will, be recompensed with wrong Nor he that hath, with tempests soar been tossed And tasted griefs, and bitter torments long, May not so soon, be shaken off for nought, I take fine terms to show my secret thought: The Gods accepts, our duty in good partly, The Prince rewards, the bills of our request, The greatest men, consider but the heart, The friendly means, can am the wildest beast. And Women who, in softest moulds be cast, Whose tender hearts, rues on our careful cries, Must needs be won, with loving means at last, To ease our plaints, and wipe our watered eyes. True love of right, must recompensed be, Dezart must needs, fly far beyond the rest, Then grant Oh Prince, this precious prize to me, Whose loyal love, claims place above the b st. A Gree , though I Dezart have double wrong, I will revenge the same by dint of sword, And you shall see, I will not dally long To do my best, sith I have spoke the word. Despaired men, dare fight with Fortune still, And scratch for life, as long as breath will last, When hope is gone, I know no better skill, But bide the brunt, till all the broil be passed. Let love and life, together make and end, The heart shall feel, and hand shall head defend.