Sweet heaven! I beseech you, hear my vow,
That I would suffer death to right the wrongs
Which caused her head to hang in shameful bow,
Ere all my wretched sins I could amend.
Oh does it pain me that her heart should grieve,
Or that her mind should dwell on my deceit;
For what am I if she should choose to leave,
Naught but an empty vessel, drained complete.
Then hear my pleas and give me thus the strength
To beg forgiveness with so sure a tone,
That I may mount a broad and blessed defense,
Win back her love, and for black rot atone.
Divine benevolence, please grant this stay,
While I repair my heart and soul’s decay.

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