The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania Written by the right honorable the Lady Mary Wroath |
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My paine still smother'd in my grieued brest,
Seekes for some ease, yet cannot passage finde,
To be dischargd of this vnwelcome guest,
When most I striue, more fast his burthens binde.
Seekes for some ease, yet cannot passage finde,
To be dischargd of this vnwelcome guest,
When most I striue, more fast his burthens binde.
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Like to a Ship on Goodwins cast by winde,
The more shee striue, more deepe in Sand is prest,
Till she be lost: so am I in this kind
Sunck, and deuour'd, and swallow'd by vnrest.
The more shee striue, more deepe in Sand is prest,
Till she be lost: so am I in this kind
Sunck, and deuour'd, and swallow'd by vnrest.
Lost, shipwrackt, spoyld, debar'd of smallest hope,
Nothing of pleasure left, saue thoughts haue scope;
Which wander may; goe then my thoughts and cry:
Nothing of pleasure left, saue thoughts haue scope;
Which wander may; goe then my thoughts and cry:
Hope's perish'd, Loue tempest-beaten, Ioy lost,
Killing Despaire hath all these blessings crost;
Yet Faith still cries, Loue will not falsifie.
Killing Despaire hath all these blessings crost;
Yet Faith still cries, Loue will not falsifie.
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