Susanna fair

Susanna fair some time of love requested
By suitors false, whom her sweet looks allur'd
Was in her heart full sad and sore molested
Feeling such force of bitterness endur'd
To them she said: If I by craft procur'd
Do yield to your request with grief and sighing
I lose my soul, yet hap your plaint denying
You will me judge to death reproachfully
But rather would I keep innocence
E'en dying, than live in fault
To offend my God on high