The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania Written by the right honorable the Lady Mary Wroath |
[How doe I finde my soules extreamest anguish] |
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[How doe I finde my soules extreamest anguish]
How doe I finde my soules extreamest anguish,With restlesse care my harts eternall languish?
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Vnquiet sleepes which breed my senses languish.
Hope yet appeares, which somewhat helpes my anguish,
And lends a sparke of life to salue this languish:
Breath to desire, and ease to forgone anguish,
Balmes, but not cures, to bitter tasting languish.
Yet strait I feele, hope proues but greater anguish,
False in it selfe, to me brings cruell languish.
Could I not hope, I suffer might my anguish
At least with lesser torture smart and languish.
For (Rebell hope) I see thy smiles are anguish
Both Prince, and subiect, of e'relasting languish.
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