Shall I accuse the hidden cruell fate, / And mightie causes wrought in heauen aboue, / Or the blind God, that doth me thus amate, / For hoped loue to winne me certaine hate?

There's a wrong note here: it should be C natural instead of C sharp.

He was a shoemaker, the creature, and called himself the Sutor, an old-fashioned name that folk laughed at.

My doxy stays for me in a bousing ken, brave captain.