Though it be songe of old and yonge, That I sholde be to blame, Theyrs be the charge, that spoke so large In hurtynge of my name (Google Books ⧉, Amazon ⧉, Bookshop ⧉)

Middlemarch

CHAPTER LXXXIV. 'Though it be songe of old and yonge, That I sholde be to blame, Theyrs be the charge, that spoke so large In hurtynge of my name.' —The Not-Browne Mayde.