 | A Margarite of America |  |
[Thine age and wastfull tempests thee.]
Thine age and wastfull tempests thee.
Mine age and wretched sorrowes me defaced,
Thy sap by course of time is blent,
My sence by care and age is spent and chased.
Thy leaues are fallen away to dust,
My yeares are thralld by time vniust.
Thy boughes the windes haue borne away,
My babes fierce murther did decay.
Thy rootes are firmed in the ground,
My rootes are rent, my comforts drownd, showers cherish.
Thy barren bosome in the field, I perish.
Since nothing may me comfort yeelde.
Mine age and wretched sorrowes me defaced,
Thy sap by course of time is blent,
My sence by care and age is spent and chased.
Thy leaues are fallen away to dust,
My yeares are thralld by time vniust.
Thy boughes the windes haue borne away,
My babes fierce murther did decay.
Thy rootes are firmed in the ground,
My rootes are rent, my comforts drownd, showers cherish.
Thy barren bosome in the field, I perish.
Since nothing may me comfort yeelde.
Storms, showers, age, weare, waste, daunt, & make thee dry
Teares, cares, age, ice, waste, wring, and yet liue I.
Teares, cares, age, ice, waste, wring, and yet liue I.
| A Margarite of America | |