The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania Written by the right honorable the Lady Mary Wroath |
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[Infernall Spirits listen to my moanes]
Infernall
Spirits listen to my moanes,
From Cauy depths, giue hearing to my groanes
Great Pluto, let thy sad abiding moue
With Hellish fires, to flame for fires of loue;
Let Charon passe my woes vnto thine eares:
His boate if empty they shall load it well,
With tortures great, as are the paines of Hell,
And waightier then the Earth this body beares.
From Cauy depths, giue hearing to my groanes
Great Pluto, let thy sad abiding moue
With Hellish fires, to flame for fires of loue;
Let Charon passe my woes vnto thine eares:
His boate if empty they shall load it well,
With tortures great, as are the paines of Hell,
And waightier then the Earth this body beares.
Take downe my spirit, cloyd with griefe and paine
Coniure the darkest Pits, to let me gaine
Some corner for a rest; if not, let mee
O Pluto wander, and complaine to thee:
No corsiue can make wounds haue torture more,
Nor this disfauor vex a forelorne soule;
(If all thy furys were put in a role)
Then Loue giues me; ah bitter eating sore.
Coniure the darkest Pits, to let me gaine
Some corner for a rest; if not, let mee
O Pluto wander, and complaine to thee:
No corsiue can make wounds haue torture more,
Nor this disfauor vex a forelorne soule;
(If all thy furys were put in a role)
Then Loue giues me; ah bitter eating sore.
Call thy great Counsell, and afflicted Sp'rits,
Examine well their woes, with all their nights,
And you shall find none there that are not mine,
Nay, my least, with their greatest ioyntly twine.
Let saddest Echo from her hollow Caue,
Answere the horrid plaints my sorrow giues,
Which in like mournefull, and vast cauerne liues;
Then iudge the murdering passions which I haue.
Examine well their woes, with all their nights,
And you shall find none there that are not mine,
Nay, my least, with their greatest ioyntly twine.
Let saddest Echo from her hollow Caue,
Answere the horrid plaints my sorrow giues,
Which in like mournefull, and vast cauerne liues;
Then iudge the murdering passions which I haue.
My Iudge is deafe, then, O thy iustice proue,
Mend thou the fault of proud forgetfull loue,
Release me from thy Court, and send me out
Vnto thy Brother Ioue, whose loue and doubt
Hath oft transform'd him from his heauenly kind:
So now from thee transforme my killing care
To blessing, and from Hell into the Ayre,
Darke griefe should not a louing fancy bind.
Mend thou the fault of proud forgetfull loue,
Release me from thy Court, and send me out
Vnto thy Brother Ioue, whose loue and doubt
Hath oft transform'd him from his heauenly kind:
So now from thee transforme my killing care
To blessing, and from Hell into the Ayre,
Darke griefe should not a louing fancy bind.
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