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The plays & poems of Robert Greene

Edited with introductions and notes by J. Churton Collins

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XXXI MENAPHON'S SONG IN HIS BEDDE.
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XXXI
MENAPHON'S SONG IN HIS BEDDE.

You restlesse cares companions of the night,
That wrap my ioyes in folds of endlesse woes:
Tyre on my heart, and wound it with your spight,
Since Loue and Fortune proues my equall foes.
Farewell my hopes, farewell my happie daies:
Welcome sweete griefe, the subiect of my laies.
Mourne heauens, mourne earth, your shepheard is forlorne;
Mourne times and houres since bale inuades my bowre:
Curse euerie tongue the place where I was borne,
Curse euerie thought the life which makes me lowre.
Farewell my hopes, farewell my happie daies,
Welcome sweete griefe the subiect of my laies.
Was I not free? was I not fancies aime?
Framde not desire my face to front disdaine?
I was; she did: but now one silly maime
Makes me to droope as he whom loue hath slaine.
Farewell my hopes, farewell my happie daies,
Welcome sweete griefe the subiect of my layes.
Yet drooping, and yet liuing to this death,
I sigh, I sue for pitie at her shrine,
Whose fierie eyes exhale my vitall breath,
And make my flockes with parching heate to pine.
Farewell my hopes, farewell my happie daies,
Welcome sweete griefe the subiect of my layes.
Fade they, die I, long may she liue to blisse
That feedes a wanton fire with fuell of her forme,
And makes perpetuall summer where shee is;
Whiles I doo crie oretooke with enuies storme,
Farewell my hopes, farewell my happie daies:
Welcome sweete griefe, the subiect of my laies.