 | A Margarite of America |  |
Domus doloris.
Who seekes the caue where horride care doth dwell,
That feedes on sighes, and drinkes of bitter teares:
Who seekes in life to finde a liuing hell,
Where he that liues, all liuing ioy forbeares:
Who seeks that griefe, that griefe it selfe scarce knowes it,
Here let him rest, this caue shall soone disclose it.
That feedes on sighes, and drinkes of bitter teares:
Who seekes in life to finde a liuing hell,
Where he that liues, all liuing ioy forbeares:
Who seeks that griefe, that griefe it selfe scarce knowes it,
Here let him rest, this caue shall soone disclose it.
As is the mite vnto the sandie seas,
As is the drop vnto the Ocean streames,
As to the orbe of heauen a sillie pease.
As is the lampe to burning Ticius beames:
Euen such is thought that vainely doth indeuer,
To thinke the care liues here, or count it euer.
As is the drop vnto the Ocean streames,
As to the orbe of heauen a sillie pease.
As is the lampe to burning Ticius beames:
Euen such is thought that vainely doth indeuer,
To thinke the care liues here, or count it euer.
Here sorrow, plague, dispaire, and fierce suspect,
Here rage, here ielousie, here cursed spight,
Here murther, famine, treason and neglect.
Haue left their stings to plague a wofull wight:
That liues within this tombe of discontent.
Yet loathes that life that nature hath him lent.
Here rage, here ielousie, here cursed spight,
Here murther, famine, treason and neglect.
Haue left their stings to plague a wofull wight:
Yet loathes that life that nature hath him lent.
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