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PASSION. [II.]
[Rype griefe hath graft in slumbring harts dispaire]
Rype griefe hath graft in slumbring harts dispaire,
What still increase the motions of my care,
Thinke I of salues my sorrowes to impaire:
Then fearefull fitt the torments racke prepare;
For him that would presume to thinke of good,
When darke despaire drown'd hope in sorrowes flood.
What still increase the motions of my care,
Thinke I of salues my sorrowes to impaire:
Then fearefull fitt the torments racke prepare;
For him that would presume to thinke of good,
When darke despaire drown'd hope in sorrowes flood.
Seas, floods, and waues, of fortunes weakefull scourge,
Cease not to roare, to swell, to tosse with winde,
Of bale-full hap, (which increase the surge,
Of sharpe disgrace) where perrils foord I finde:
For to augment the terror of my paine,
Where hope of naught but carking care remaine.
Cease not to roare, to swell, to tosse with winde,
Of bale-full hap, (which increase the surge,
Of sharpe disgrace) where perrils foord I finde:
For to augment the terror of my paine,
Where hope of naught but carking care remaine.
The stocke is dead, whereon the ympe was graft,
Which beare the fruite, that wonted sores did cure,
The graft must die, so must the fruit be laft
Naked to pine, and nipping fiostes endure:
The braunch consumes when perish'd stock doth faile,
When sappe is gone how can the growth preuaile.
Which beare the fruite, that wonted sores did cure,
The graft must die, so must the fruit be laft
Naked to pine, and nipping fiostes endure:
The braunch consumes when perish'd stock doth faile,
When sappe is gone how can the growth preuaile.
My sappe is gone which norishment did yeilde,
My wythered fruite doth fall before his time,
I am the graffe which want my wonted sheilde
For stocke decayed I haue no roote to clime:
Lende ladies nowe your dolefull notes ech [OMITTED]
Pittie at least though not asswage my [OMITTED]
My wythered fruite doth fall before his time,
I am the graffe which want my wonted sheilde
For stocke decayed I haue no roote to clime:
Lende ladies nowe your dolefull notes ech [OMITTED]
Pittie at least though not asswage my [OMITTED]
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