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ELEGIE VIII.
Cease sorrow, cease, oh cease thy rage alittle,Ah litle ease, oh graunt some little ease:
Oh fortune euer constante, neuer brittle!
For as thou gan so doest thou still displease.
Ah ceaselesse sorrow, take some truice with mee,
Remorselesse tyrantes, sometime will take peace
(Vpon conditions) and I'le take of thee
Conditions, so thou wilt thy furie cease.
And deare conditions, for to forfect life
So thou wilt ende thy plagues, and vexe no more.
But out alas! he will not cease his strife
Least he should loose his priuiledge before:
For were I dead, my sorrowes rule were nought,
And whiles I liue, he like a tyrant rageth:
Ah rage fierce tyrant, for this greefe is wrought
By loue thy counsell which my minde ingageth.
To thy fierce thralldome, whiles he spoyles myne hart,
So be my minde, and hart imprisoned fast,
To two fierce tyrantes, which this empyer part.
Oh mylder goddes shall this for euer last,
If that I haue these bitter plagues deseru'de,
Yet let repentance which my soule doth melt
Obtaine some fauour, if you be not sueru'de
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Yea but I doubt inchantment in my brest,
For neuer man, so much agreeu'd as I
Could liue with ceaselesse sorrowes weight opprest,
But twentie thousand times perforce should dye:
And with her eyes she did bewitche mine hart,
Which lettes it liue, but feele an endlesse smart.
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