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ELEGIE XIX.
[Deare sorrow giue me leaue to breathe a while]
Deare sorrow giue me leaue to breathe a while,A little leaue to take a longer breath:
Whose easie passage still thou doest beguile
Choak'd vp with sighes, proclamers of my death.
Oh let the teares of euer-thirstie eyes.
Returne backe to the channells of mine hart!
They to my sight be vowed enemies,
And made a trayterous league not to depart,
Vnder the colour of tormenting those
Which were first causers of mine harts distresse,
And closely with mine hart by guile did close
Through blinding them to make my torment lesse.
Oh let those fearefull thoughtes which still oppresse me
Turne to the dungeon of my troubled brayne!
Dispaire t'accompanie, which doth possesse me,
And with his venome poisoneth euery vayne:
Ouglie dispaire, who with blacke force assaultes
Me vanquisht with conceipt, and makes me dwell
With horrour, match't in melancholies vaultes:
Where I lye burning in my fancies hell.
Oh thou drad ruler of my sorrowes rage,
Of thee, and none but thee I begge remorse
VVith thy sweet breath thou may my sighes asswage,
And make my sorrowes fountaines stay their course,
And banish blacke dispaire, then helpe me now:
Or know, death can do this, as well as thou.
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