The Second Part of Hero and Leander Conteyning their further Fortunes. By Henry Petowe |
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Hero's lamentation in Prison.
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Hero's lamentation in Prison.
Nights mourning blacke and mistie vailing hew,
Shadowes the blessed comfort of the Sunne:
At whose bright gaze I wonted to renew
My liueles life, when life was almost done.
Done is my life, and all my pleasure done,
For he is gone, in whome my life begun:
Vnhappie I poore I, and none as I,
But pilgrim he, poore he, that should be by.
Shadowes the blessed comfort of the Sunne:
At whose bright gaze I wonted to renew
My liueles life, when life was almost done.
Done is my life, and all my pleasure done,
For he is gone, in whome my life begun:
Vnhappie I poore I, and none as I,
But pilgrim he, poore he, that should be by.
My loue exil'd, and I in prison fast,
Out streaming teares breake into weeping raine,
He too soone banisht, I in dungeon cast,
He for me mourneth, I for him complaine.
He's banished, yet liues at libertie,
And I exil'd, yet liue in miserie:
He weepes for me far off, I for him here,
I would I were with him, and he more nere.
Out streaming teares breake into weeping raine,
He too soone banisht, I in dungeon cast,
He for me mourneth, I for him complaine.
He's banished, yet liues at libertie,
And I exil'd, yet liue in miserie:
He weepes for me far off, I for him here,
I would I were with him, and he more nere.
Bvt this imprisoning caue, this woefull cell,
This house of sorrow and increasing woe,
Griefes tearie chamber where sad care doth dwell,
Where liquid teares, like top fil'd Seas doe flow:
Beating their waues gainst still relentles stone,
Still still they smile on me, and I still mone;
I weepe to stone, and stone of stone I finde,
Colde stone, colde comfort yeilds (oh most vnkinde.)
This house of sorrow and increasing woe,
Griefes tearie chamber where sad care doth dwell,
Where liquid teares, like top fil'd Seas doe flow:
Beating their waues gainst still relentles stone,
Still still they smile on me, and I still mone;
I weepe to stone, and stone of stone I finde,
Colde stone, colde comfort yeilds (oh most vnkinde.)
Oft haue I read that stone relents at raine,
And I impleat their barren wombe with store,
Teares streaming downe, they wet and wet againe,
Yet pittilesse they harden more and more.
And when my longing soule lookes they should sonder,
I touch the flintie stone, and they seeme stronger,
They stronge, I weake: alas what hope haue I?
Hero wants comfort, Hero needs must die.
And I impleat their barren wombe with store,
Teares streaming downe, they wet and wet againe,
Yet pittilesse they harden more and more.
And when my longing soule lookes they should sonder,
I touch the flintie stone, and they seeme stronger,
They stronge, I weake: alas what hope haue I?
Hero wants comfort, Hero needs must die.
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