Of Golds Kingdome, and This Vnhelping Age Described in sundry Poems intermixedly placed after certaine other Poems of more speciall respect: And before the same is an Oration or speech intended to haue bene deliuered by the Author hereof unto the Kings Maiesty [by Edward Hake] |
 |
The dolorous man being still crossed in his estate bewaileth his mishaps.
|
 | Of Golds Kingdome, and This Vnhelping Age |  |
31
The dolorous man being still crossed in his estate bewaileth his mishaps.
Drooping
and dying in depth of dispaire,
Wasted and wearied with sorrow and smart,
Pinched and pained in pencifull chaire,
Yet dare not discouer the thoughts of my heart.
To keepe them or shew them brings griefe alike to me,
To keepe or to shew them alike doth vndo me.
Wasted and wearied with sorrow and smart,
Pinched and pained in pencifull chaire,
Yet dare not discouer the thoughts of my heart.
To keepe them or shew them brings griefe alike to me,
To keepe or to shew them alike doth vndo me.
O dayes full of dolor, O nights of vnrest,
O times full of trouble, O seasons vnkind,
If ought could he added, or ought be decreast,
Then might there be hope some comfort to find:
But resolute Ruine still standing at doore,
Death cannot haue entrance nor life be secure.
O times full of trouble, O seasons vnkind,
If ought could he added, or ought be decreast,
Then might there be hope some comfort to find:
But resolute Ruine still standing at doore,
Death cannot haue entrance nor life be secure.
O God if thou dost it to punish my Sinne,
I am thy poore seruant, the worke of thy hand:
All fraile and vnstable without and within,
Vnable without thee one houre to stand,
But sith thou hast promist to helpe where is need,
Lord, keepe thou thy promise, and helpe me with speed.
I am thy poore seruant, the worke of thy hand:
All fraile and vnstable without and within,
Vnable without thee one houre to stand,
But sith thou hast promist to helpe where is need,
Lord, keepe thou thy promise, and helpe me with speed.
Thou knowst what I lacke, thou knowst what I aile,
O Father of mercy, O Fountaine of Grace,
Sith none that hath sought thee, did euer yet faile,
Lord, let not me onely be thrust out of place:
But looke thou on me as thou lookest on all,
And helpe thy poore Seruant that lieth in thrall.
O Father of mercy, O Fountaine of Grace,
Sith none that hath sought thee, did euer yet faile,
Lord, let not me onely be thrust out of place:
But looke thou on me as thou lookest on all,
And helpe thy poore Seruant that lieth in thrall.
32
I graunt, of my merites I may be ashamed:
Not mercy but iudgement doth fit my desert
My life hath bene loose, my thoughts all vntamed,
And what so was holy, that did I peruert,
Not therefore for me, but for thy name sake
Vouchsafe me thy mercy my sorrow to slake.
Not mercy but iudgement doth fit my desert
My life hath bene loose, my thoughts all vntamed,
And what so was holy, that did I peruert,
Not therefore for me, but for thy name sake
Vouchsafe me thy mercy my sorrow to slake.
| Of Golds Kingdome, and This Vnhelping Age | |