The Blazon of Iealovsie A Subiect not written of by any heretofore. First written in Italian, by that learned Gentleman Benedetto Varchi ... And Translated into English, with speciall Notes vpon the same; by R. T. [i.e. Robert Tofte] |
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[Once was I wont to comfort me in sleepe] |
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[Once was I wont to comfort me in sleepe]
Once was I wont to comfort me in sleepeWith that sweet heauenly face of Mistresse mine;
But now in Feare and Griefe it doth me keepe,
(Yet Greife nor Feare can ease mee any time)
Me thought I saw within that beauteous Face
True Pittie, and still Sorrow plac't aright,
My Heart gaue firme Beliefe to this sad Case,
Disarming mee of Hope, and Pleasure quite.
Remember well said shee, that latest Eue,
That Night in which I left thee weeping so,
And when (constrain'd through Time) which mee did grieue,
I went my wayes and left thee plung'd in Woe,
Then could not I tell thee so much for Griefe.
Now doe I tell thee what thou find'st too true,
Dispayre therefore, and thinke not of reliefe
Thou (neuer more) mee in this world shalt view.
Too true I heard what my sicke Heart beleeu'd,
And (euer) shall, for which it still hath grieu'd.
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