We have nothing left us but our blushes nowFor your much penance; and though we allowOur fears no comfort, since you must appearJudges corrupt, if not to us severe:Yet in your majesty we hope to findA mercy, and in that our pardon sign'd.And how can we despair you will forgiveThem who would please, when oft offenders live?And if we have err'd, may not the courteous say,'Twas not their trade, and but the Author's play?
We have nothing left us but our blushes nowFor your much penance; and though we allowOur fears no comfort, since you must appearJudges corrupt, if not to us severe:Yet in your majesty we hope to findA mercy, and in that our pardon sign'd.And how can we despair you will forgiveThem who would please, when oft offenders live?And if we have err'd, may not the courteous say,'Twas not their trade, and but the Author's play?