The Works in Verse and Prose of Nicholas Breton For the First Time Collected and Edited: With Memorial-Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Glossarial Index, Facsimilies, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart. In Two Volumes |
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Thoughts make men sigh, sighes make men sick at heart,
Sicknes consumes, consumption killes at last:
Death is the end of everie deadlie smart,
And sweete the joy where euery paine is past.
But oh! the time of death too long delayed,
Where tried patience is too ill apayed!
Sicknes consumes, consumption killes at last:
Death is the end of everie deadlie smart,
And sweete the joy where euery paine is past.
But oh! the time of death too long delayed,
Where tried patience is too ill apayed!
Hope harpes on heaven but lives in halfe a hell;
Hart thinkes of love, but findes a deadly hate;
Eares harke for blis, but heare a dolefull bell;
Eyes looke for joy, but see a wofull state.
But eyes and eares and hart and hope deceaued,
Tongue tels a truth, how is the mind conceaved.
Hart thinkes of love, but findes a deadly hate;
Eares harke for blis, but heare a dolefull bell;
Eyes looke for joy, but see a wofull state.
But eyes and eares and hart and hope deceaued,
Tongue tels a truth, how is the mind conceaved.
Conceited thus to thinke but say no more,
To sigh and sob till sorrow haue no end;
And so to die, till death may life restore,
Or carefull faith may finde a constant friend;
That patience may yet in her passion prove,
Just at my death I found my life of loue!
To sigh and sob till sorrow haue no end;
And so to die, till death may life restore,
Or carefull faith may finde a constant friend;
That patience may yet in her passion prove,
Just at my death I found my life of loue!
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