H. His Deuises for his owne exercise, and his Friends pleasure [by Thomas Howell] |
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Euer sought, neuer founde.
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Euer sought, neuer founde.
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more I striue, the stronger is my thrall,
The stronger thrall, the weaker still mine ayde:
The weaker ayde, the greater griefe doth fall,
The greater griefe, the more with doubt dismayde.
The stronger thrall, the weaker still mine ayde:
The weaker ayde, the greater griefe doth fall,
The greater griefe, the more with doubt dismayde.
Where lyfe I reache, there dollor biddes me die,
In sweetest soyle, I straine the greatest Snake:
My cares increase, when comfort drawes most nie,
From dainty pray, I pearsing poyson take.
In sweetest soyle, I straine the greatest Snake:
My cares increase, when comfort drawes most nie,
From dainty pray, I pearsing poyson take.
Still pynde in colde, I parched am with heate,
As fyre I flye, vpon the flame I runne:
In swelting gleames, my chylly corps I beate,
Congealde to Ice, where shynes the cleerest sunne.
Loe thus I lyue, and lyuing thus I dye,
Drownde in dispayre, with hope aduaunced hye.
As fyre I flye, vpon the flame I runne:
Congealde to Ice, where shynes the cleerest sunne.
Loe thus I lyue, and lyuing thus I dye,
Drownde in dispayre, with hope aduaunced hye.
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