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Awaye with comfort then and wellcome colde dispaire And since I can have no delight, lett me delight in caire My mirth in murning be, my joye in dolours deepe I will with sadd and sorie sighs my selfe from languour keepe And for my cheefest sports to mind then will I bring 35
As in a roll my whole mishaps, syne 1 like a swanne them sing
My houpe is whole transformed in blacke and colde dispaire
Except I onlie houpe for deathe to end continuall caire : No, death he must not haste, my mischiefs woulde he mend It best becumes my miserie to dwine before I[1] end 40
Yett if the endles smart and sorrowe I sustaine Were suffered for sume worthie wight, I happie wolde remaine
I wolde me happie thinke if thus I martyred ware For sume sweete Sainct in sacrifice that both were good and faire
Bot O allace my paine and restless griefe it growes 45
For her who never once on me a loving thought bestowes Yett lett not this dishart no happie man in love Who finds a maike that will not change, nor for no chance remove.
All wemen are in overs, 3 in vertue sume excell And sume in vices may ou'rmatche the greatest Divell in hell 5
The blessedest creatures made by God the Angells ware
The cursedest creatures in the worlde the fallen Angells are
For me I onlie crave a spectacle to be
Wherin as in a masse confused all miseries men may see
And when my happ shall be to goe to wished grave 55
Which is the onlie happie chance I ever wishe to have That then the passenger may reade in going by For true and honest constant love, this patient here does lye.
1 Orig., then. Correction possibly by James.
3 Rait, a curs, an emendation of MS. ocurs.
- ↑ Rait, it.
