 | Pietatis Lachrymae Teares of deuotion |  |
Par nulla figura dolori.
If I were set to seeke out sorrows muses,
And all at once, were come to waite vpon me:
With all the griefe that greatest sorrow vses,
To shew the world how I am woe begon me.
And all at once, were come to waite vpon me:
With all the griefe that greatest sorrow vses,
To shew the world how I am woe begon me.
If all the world had brought their woes together,
And all set downe, in their extreamest kinde,
And all the kinds had brought their crosses hether,
To shew the death of a tormented minde.
And all set downe, in their extreamest kinde,
And all the kinds had brought their crosses hether,
To shew the death of a tormented minde.
If all the figures that the Poets faine,
Should in their nature truely be expressed:
And euery sorrow in a sundrie vaine,
Could shew the horror of a heart distressed.
Should in their nature truely be expressed:
And euery sorrow in a sundrie vaine,
Could shew the horror of a heart distressed.
If these and more then euer yet were knowne,
To crucifie a poore vnhappie creature:
In pleasures spirit wholy ouerthrowne.
Could shew the pride of sorrow in her nature.
To crucifie a poore vnhappie creature:
In pleasures spirit wholy ouerthrowne.
Could shew the pride of sorrow in her nature.
I thinke they all would fall out short in fine,
To sound but where the depth of my distresse,
And leaue this heart, and wofull soule of mine,
Vnto the comfort of the comfortlesse.
To sound but where the depth of my distresse,
And leaue this heart, and wofull soule of mine,
Vnto the comfort of the comfortlesse.
But since I see God onely knowes my griefe,
Which is too great for any man to gesse:
And in his mercie liues my soules reliefe,
And he alone can giue my heart redresse.
Which is too great for any man to gesse:
And in his mercie liues my soules reliefe,
And he alone can giue my heart redresse.
I will beseech his Maiestie deuine,
In mercies height the hope of happines:
For to receiue this humble soule of mine,
And bring my heart out of this heauines.
In mercies height the hope of happines:
For to receiue this humble soule of mine,
And bring my heart out of this heauines.
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