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 | The Poems and Sonnets of Henry Constable |  |
lxxiii
[Each day new proofes of newe dispaire I finde]
Each day new proofes of newe dispaire I finde,
That is, newe deathes; no marvell then though I
Make exile my last helpe, to th' end mine eye
Should not behold the death to me assignd.
That is, newe deathes; no marvell then though I
Make exile my last helpe, to th' end mine eye
Should not behold the death to me assignd.
Not that from death absence might save my minde,
But that it might take death more patiently;
Like him the which, by Judge condemnd to die,
To suffer with more ease his eyes doth blind.
But that it might take death more patiently;
Like him the which, by Judge condemnd to die,
To suffer with more ease his eyes doth blind.
Your lippes (in scarlet clad) my Judges be,
Pronouncing sentence of eternall No;
Dispaire, the hangman that tormenteth me;
The death I suffer is the life I have;
For onely life doth make me die in woe,
And onely death I for my pardon crave.
Pronouncing sentence of eternall No;
Dispaire, the hangman that tormenteth me;
The death I suffer is the life I have;
For onely life doth make me die in woe,
And onely death I for my pardon crave.
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