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EIDEM.
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EIDEM.
Since Death, distresse, wrack, wretchednes, and woe,
Since mourning, and since miserie to Man,
Peculiar are, and thy adherents, O!
Why should thou start, and strange esteme them than,
Since Policie nor power carnall can,
Divert, remoue, nor in a point preveine,
Thy danger, or Misfortune fatall, whan,
To sease on thee, too sharplie they are seene:
No Kingdoms, Crowns, no Kin, nor Consobrein,
Nor nothing here that being hes nor Breath,
Not Tyrants with their Terrors can retein,
The vildest worme, from dying once the Death:
Since nought can Death, nor sorrows saif from thee
Lamenting liue, and living learne to die.
Since mourning, and since miserie to Man,
Peculiar are, and thy adherents, O!
Why should thou start, and strange esteme them than,
Divert, remoue, nor in a point preveine,
Thy danger, or Misfortune fatall, whan,
To sease on thee, too sharplie they are seene:
No Kingdoms, Crowns, no Kin, nor Consobrein,
Nor nothing here that being hes nor Breath,
Not Tyrants with their Terrors can retein,
The vildest worme, from dying once the Death:
Since nought can Death, nor sorrows saif from thee
Lamenting liue, and living learne to die.
In what a Labarinthian sink of sin?
In what a Maze, in what a miserie?
Into what greef, and with what grons begin?
The Dulfull dait of Mans Nativitie,
Woe, weeping, Care, and cryes continuallie,
Are at his Birth, and at his Burial both,
In sicknes sore, or sorrows suredlie,
The Time twixt Life and Death, he groning goth,
So sillie Man, does bot lament and mourne,
Whill to the ground, his Grandame he returne.
In what a Maze, in what a miserie?
Into what greef, and with what grons begin?
The Dulfull dait of Mans Nativitie,
Woe, weeping, Care, and cryes continuallie,
Are at his Birth, and at his Burial both,
In sicknes sore, or sorrows suredlie,
The Time twixt Life and Death, he groning goth,
So sillie Man, does bot lament and mourne,
Whill to the ground, his Grandame he returne.
He weeps when from the bellie he is borne,
And enters first (the stage) distilling tears,
So to the world, he mourning giu's gud-morne,
And as he liu's, so to lament he lears,
His lewd-led-life, occasion giu's of fears,
Feare breeds complaints, perplexities, and paine,
So thus his life, it vanishes, and wears,
He comes in greef, and groning goes againe,
Lamenting first, he looks vpon the light,
Lamenting last, he giues againe good-night.
And enters first (the stage) distilling tears,
So to the world, he mourning giu's gud-morne,
And as he liu's, so to lament he lears,
His lewd-led-life, occasion giu's of fears,
Feare breeds complaints, perplexities, and paine,
So thus his life, it vanishes, and wears,
He comes in greef, and groning goes againe,
Lamenting first, he looks vpon the light,
Lamenting last, he giues againe good-night.
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