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All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet

Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted

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Sonnet. 7. The Map of misery.

Like to the stone thats cast in deepest waue,
That rests not till the bottome it hath found,
So I (a wretch) inthrald in sorrowes caue,
With woe and desperations fetters bound:
The captiue slaue imprison'd vnder ground
Doom'd, thereby fates t' expire his wofull daies,
With care o'rwhelmd, with grief & sorrow drownd
Makes mournfull moanings and lamenting layes,
Accusing, and accursing fortunes playes,
Whose wither'd Autumne leauelesse leaues his tree,
And banning death for his too long delayes,
Remaines the onely poore despised hee.
If such a one as this, the world confine,
His mischiefes are his his sport compar'd with mine.