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A passion.
Let me goe seeke some for-lorne place,
Where nothing liues but sorrows loue:
Where I may sit and waile my case,
Vnto the blessed heau'ns aboue.
Where nothing liues but sorrows loue:
Where I may sit and waile my case,
Vnto the blessed heau'ns aboue.
For to the world to tell my woes,
It were a breath but spent in vaine:
A labour that my soule might lose,
Or with a sigh returne againe.
It were a breath but spent in vaine:
A labour that my soule might lose,
Or with a sigh returne againe.
For all the thoughts of pitties eye,
On earth are buried long agoe:
And all the waies of miserie,
Are to dispaire, or dye in woe.
On earth are buried long agoe:
And all the waies of miserie,
Are to dispaire, or dye in woe.
For vertue she that heauenlie Queene,
That onelie keeps the soule a crowne:
Whose faith hath in her fauours been,
Though heere by fortune beaten downe,
That onelie keeps the soule a crowne:
Whose faith hath in her fauours been,
Though heere by fortune beaten downe,
Euen she is forc'd to keepe her seate,
Among the Angels blessed armes:
Because she sees the world intreate,
Her seruants with such wicked harmes.
Among the Angels blessed armes:
Because she sees the world intreate,
Her seruants with such wicked harmes.
And since I doe so plainlie see,
That in the world there is no place
For vertue, pitty, not for me,
Nor any in my heauie case.
That in the world there is no place
For vertue, pitty, not for me,
Nor any in my heauie case.
Let me goe seeke some sorrie Caue,
With sorrowes loue to sit alone:
And like a Ghoast within the graue,
Vnto the heau'ns to make my mone.
With sorrowes loue to sit alone:
And like a Ghoast within the graue,
Vnto the heau'ns to make my mone.
For in the heau'ns I know he is,
Who hath subdu'd the power of hell:
And in that heauenly hand of his,
Doth my assured comfort dwell,
Who hath subdu'd the power of hell:
And in that heauenly hand of his,
Doth my assured comfort dwell,
Where Vertue, Mercy, Loue and I,
Shall liue together in such ioy:
As though vnto the world I dye,
My soule shall thinke of no annoy.
Shall liue together in such ioy:
As though vnto the world I dye,
My soule shall thinke of no annoy.
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