The Poetical Works of William Basse (1602-1653): Now for the first time collected and edited with introduction and notes by R. Warwick Bond |
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Forth from the dark and dismal Cell,
Or from the deep abiss of Hell,
Mad Tom is come to view the World again,
To see if he can Cure his destemper'd Brain:
Or from the deep abiss of Hell,
Mad Tom is come to view the World again,
To see if he can Cure his destemper'd Brain:
Fears and Cares oppress my Soul;
Hark, how the angry Furies howl;
Pluto laughs, and Proserpine is glad,
To see poor angry Tom of Bedlam mad.
Hark, how the angry Furies howl;
Pluto laughs, and Proserpine is glad,
To see poor angry Tom of Bedlam mad.
Through the World I wander night and day,
To find my stragling Senses,
In an angry mood I met Old Time
With his Pentateuch of Tenses;
To find my stragling Senses,
In an angry mood I met Old Time
With his Pentateuch of Tenses;
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When me he spies,
Away he flies,
For Time will stay for no man;
In vain with cryes,
I rend the Skies,
For Pity is not common.
Away he flies,
For Time will stay for no man;
In vain with cryes,
I rend the Skies,
For Pity is not common.
Cold and comfortless I lye,
Help, help, oh help, or else I dye!
Hark, I hear Apollo's Team,
The Carman 'gins to whistle;
Chast Diana bends her Bow,
And the Boar begins to bristle.
Help, help, oh help, or else I dye!
Hark, I hear Apollo's Team,
The Carman 'gins to whistle;
Chast Diana bends her Bow,
And the Boar begins to bristle.
Come Vulcan with Tools and with Tackles,
To knock off my troublesome shackles:
Bid Charles make ready his Wain,
To bring me my Senses again.
To knock off my troublesome shackles:
Bid Charles make ready his Wain,
To bring me my Senses again.
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