 | A Margarite of America |  |
[Those glorious lampes that heauen illuminate]
Those glorious lampes that heauen illuminate,
And most incline to retrograde aspects,
Vpon my birth-day shonde the worst effects,
Thralling my life to most sinister fate.
And most incline to retrograde aspects,
Vpon my birth-day shonde the worst effects,
Thralling my life to most sinister fate.
Where-through my selfe estrangde from truth a while,
Twixt pains, and plagues, midst torments and distresse,
Supposde to finde for all my ruth redresse,
But now beliefe, nor hope, shal me beguile.
Twixt pains, and plagues, midst torments and distresse,
Supposde to finde for all my ruth redresse,
But now beliefe, nor hope, shal me beguile.
So that (my heart from ioyes exiled quite)
Ile pine in griefe through fierce disdaines accurst,
Scornde by the world, aliue to nought but spite:
Hold I my tongue? t'is bad; and speake I? wurst,
Both helpe me noughts; and if perhaps I write,
T'is not in hope, but lest the heart should burst.
Ile pine in griefe through fierce disdaines accurst,
Scornde by the world, aliue to nought but spite:
Hold I my tongue? t'is bad; and speake I? wurst,
Both helpe me noughts; and if perhaps I write,
T'is not in hope, but lest the heart should burst.
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