A Posie of Gilloflowers eche differing from other in colour and odour, yet all sweete. By Humfrey Gifford |
A Dumpe by his friende. G. C.
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A Posie of Gilloflowers | ||
A Dumpe by his friende. G. C.
My
heauy heart in dolours drownde,
Consumes and pines away:
And for me wreth, nought can be found,
To cause my cares decay.
Yee eyes of mine, helpe to bewayle,
Powre foorth your brinish teares,
To rue, alas, his wretched state,
In whom no ioy appeares,
Consumes and pines away:
And for me wreth, nought can be found,
To cause my cares decay.
Yee eyes of mine, helpe to bewayle,
Powre foorth your brinish teares,
To rue, alas, his wretched state,
In whom no ioy appeares,
How should I wretch take any rest,
How can my heart feele ioy,
When as the wight, that loues mee best,
Lyes plundged in annoy?
Whereto serue teares, but to bewayle,
The losse of such a friend:
Weepe eies, alas, weepe on your fill,
And neuer make an end.
How can my heart feele ioy,
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Lyes plundged in annoy?
Whereto serue teares, but to bewayle,
The losse of such a friend:
Weepe eies, alas, weepe on your fill,
And neuer make an end.
His troubled state, if to redresse,
The spending of my blood:
Or that small pelfe that I possesse,
Could doe him any good.
Then should your eies somtimes permit,
Mee silly wretch to sleepe,
But out alas, it may not bee,
Wherefore cease not to weepe.
The spending of my blood:
Or that small pelfe that I possesse,
Could doe him any good.
Then should your eies somtimes permit,
Mee silly wretch to sleepe,
But out alas, it may not bee,
Wherefore cease not to weepe.
Such inward griefe doth mee assayle,
Through thought of his estate:
That if I long of succour fayle,
All helpe will come too late:
O sacred loue, to cure these woes,
Use thou some speedie meanes:
Or els, alas, with some short death,
Dispatch mee of these paines.
Through thought of his estate:
That if I long of succour fayle,
All helpe will come too late:
O sacred loue, to cure these woes,
Use thou some speedie meanes:
Or els, alas, with some short death,
Dispatch mee of these paines.
A Posie of Gilloflowers | ||