Newe Sonets and pretie Pamphlets. Written by Thomas Howell. Newly augmented, corrected and amended |
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The Louer almost in desperation, moneth his estate.
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The Louer almost in desperation, moneth his estate.
My
carefull case, and heauie pining plight,
Constraineth me, against my will to wright,
The plungid state wherin I liue and dwell,
Doth force me forth my trimbling tale to tell,
Constraineth me, against my will to wright,
The plungid state wherin I liue and dwell,
Doth force me forth my trimbling tale to tell,
My heaped woes, all solace settes aside,
Whose secrete smarte, alas I fayne woulde hide,
But as the subiect Oxe to yoke must yelde,
So vanquisht wightes are forst forsake the fielde.
Whose secrete smarte, alas I fayne woulde hide,
But as the subiect Oxe to yoke must yelde,
So vanquisht wightes are forst forsake the fielde.
My lucklesse lot, denies me all releefe,
I seeke for help, but finde increase of greefe,
I languish still in longe and deepe dispayre,
Yet feare to shew the cause of this my care.
I seeke for help, but finde increase of greefe,
I languish still in longe and deepe dispayre,
Yet feare to shew the cause of this my care.
I couit nought that reason might denie,
I seeke not for to clime the cloudie skie,
But what I seeke, if I the same might finde,
Then should be easde mine vncontented minde.
I seeke not for to clime the cloudie skie,
But what I seeke, if I the same might finde,
Then should be easde mine vncontented minde.
Finis.
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