Phillis Honoured with Pastorall Sonnets, Elegies, and amorous delights. VVhere-vnto is annexed, the tragicall complaynt of Elstred [by Thomas Lodge] |
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Sonnet XVI.
I part but how? from ioy, from hope, from life,I leaue but whom? loues pride, wits pompe, harts blisse,
I pine for what? for griefe, for thought, for strife:
I faint and why? because I see my misse,
Oh ceaslesse paines that neuer may be toulde,
You make me weepe as I to water would.
Ah wearie hopes in deepe obliuious streames,
Goe seeke your graues, since you haue lost your groundes,
Ah pensiue heart seeke out hir radiant gleames,
For why thy blisse is shut within those boundes?
Ah traiterous eies to feeble in for sight,
Growe dimme with woe, that now must want your light.
I part from blisse to dwell with ceaslesse moane,
I part from life, since I from beauty part,
I part from peace, to pine in care alone,
I part from ease to dye with dreadfull smart.
I part (oh death;) for why this world containes,
More care, and woe then with dispaire remaines,
Oh loath depart wherein such sorrowes dwell,
As all conceites are scant the same to tell.
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