The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania Written by the right honorable the Lady Mary Wroath |
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[O that I might but now as senselesse bee] |
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[O that I might but now as senselesse bee]
O that I might but now as senselesse beeOf my felt paines, as is that pleasant Tree,
Of the sweet musique, thou deare Byrd dost make,
Who I imagine doth my woes partake.
Yet contrary we doe our passions mooue,
Since in sweet notes thou dost thy sorrowes prooue.
I but in sighs, and teares, can shew I grieue,
And those best spent, if worth doe them beleeue.
Yet thy sweet pleasures makes me euer finde
That happinesse to me, as Loue is blinde,
And these thy wrongs in sweetnesse to attire,
Throwes downe my hopes to make my woes aspire.
Besides, of me th' aduantage thou hast got,
Thy griefe thou vtter'st, mine I vtter not.
Yet thus at last we may agree in one,
I moure for what still is, thou, what is gone.
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