Fidessa :: :: University of Virginia Library

Earth, take this earth wherin my spirits lāguish,
Spirits, leaue this earth that doth in griefs retaine you:
Griefs, chase this earth, that it may fade with anguish,
Spirits, auoide these furies which doe paine you;
Oh leaue your lothsome prison, freedome gaine you,
Your essence is diuine, great is your power:
And yet you mone your wrongs & sore cōplaine you,
Hoping for ioye which fadeth euery howre.
Oh Spirits your prison loath, & freedome gaine you!
The destinies in deepe laments haue shut you
Of mortall hate, because they doe disdaine you,
And yet of ioy that they in prison put you.
Earth, take this earth with thee to be inclosed:
Life is to me, and I to it opposed.