 | Poems (1983) |  |
[Why doe you thus torment my poorest hart?]
Why doe you thus torment my poorest hart?Why doe you cleerest eyes obscure all day,
From mee loves poorest vassall? Can my smart
Ad triumph to your Crowne? Make noe delay
Butt quickly O conclude, and doe nott stay,
Rebellions must bee crusht by present art
Yett I a subject ame without dismaye,
For loyalty I justly claime great part,
Butt if thos cruell eyes will nott impart
A favourable sensure, Oh poore claye
How can an new mould bee to ease my smart?
Noe an new death must all thes ills repay,
Then wellcom death since by thos eyes I dy,
Love looke, are any cleerer in your skye?
| Poems (1983) | |