The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania Written by the right honorable the Lady Mary Wroath |
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The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania | ||
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[Heart drops distilling like a new cut-vine]
Heart
drops distilling like a new cut-vine
Weepe for the paines that doe my soule oppresse,
Eyes doe no lesse
For if you weepe not, be not mine,
Silly woes that cannot twine
An equall griefe in such excesse.
Weepe for the paines that doe my soule oppresse,
Eyes doe no lesse
For if you weepe not, be not mine,
Silly woes that cannot twine
An equall griefe in such excesse.
You first in sorrow did begin the act,
You saw and were the instruments of woe,
To let me know
That parting would procure the fact
Wherewith young hopes in bud are wrackt,
Yet deerer eyes the rock must show.
You saw and were the instruments of woe,
To let me know
That parting would procure the fact
Wherewith young hopes in bud are wrackt,
Yet deerer eyes the rock must show.
Which neuer weepe, but killingly disclose
Plagues, famine, murder in the fullest store,
But threaten more.
This knowledge cloyes my brest with woes
T'auoid offence my heart still chose
Yet faild, and pity doth implore.
Plagues, famine, murder in the fullest store,
But threaten more.
This knowledge cloyes my brest with woes
T'auoid offence my heart still chose
Yet faild, and pity doth implore.
The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania | ||