[My hand here houering stands]
One sitting in dolefull dumpes by himselfe
alone, thinking to haue written some
dolorous discourse, was let by occasion:
and so, for want of time, wrote
but onely sixe lynes, and left them vnfinished:
the verses were these. (I like
them, and therefore thought good to
place them among other imperfections.)
My hand here houering stands,
to write some prety toye,
My mourning mind for to delight,
yt wants all worldly ioye:
And Fancy offereth eke,
fyne toyes for to indite vpon,
To comfort thus my heauy heart,
that is thus woe begon.
But all in vaine: for why?
my minde is so opprest with greefe,
As all the pleasures in this world
can lend me no releefe.
Finis imperfecta.
