The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania Written by the right honorable the Lady Mary Wroath |
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The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania | ||
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[Cruell Remembrance alas now be still]
Cruell
Remembrance alas now be still,
Put me not on the Racke to torture me:
I doe confesse my greatest misery
Liues in your plenty, my last harme your skill.
Put me not on the Racke to torture me:
I doe confesse my greatest misery
Liues in your plenty, my last harme your skill.
Poyson, and Venome onely once doe kill,
While you perpetually new mischiefes fee,
To vexe my soule with endlesse memory,
Leauing no thought that may increase my ill.
While you perpetually new mischiefes fee,
To vexe my soule with endlesse memory,
Leauing no thought that may increase my ill.
Els haue you neede to tell me I was blest,
Rich in the treasure of content, and loue,
When I like him, or her had sweetest rest
But passd like daies, you stay and vexings proue.
Rich in the treasure of content, and loue,
When I like him, or her had sweetest rest
But passd like daies, you stay and vexings proue.
Chang'd from all fauours you add vnto despaire
Who vnder these waights grone, most wretched are.
Who vnder these waights grone, most wretched are.
The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania | ||