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Divine Poems

Written By Thomas Washbourne
 
 

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To a Gentlewoman that was extremely troubled with the Tooth-ach.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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To a Gentlewoman that was extremely troubled with the Tooth-ach.

I grieve and wonder so great pain
You should from one smal tooth sustaine,
That you can neither eate nor drink,
Nor all the night scarce sleep a wink;
Yet to your comfort, this I'll say,
That to hell pains 'tis but a toy,
A pleasure, if compar'd it were
To what the damned suffer there.
If in one tooth such anguish lies,
What torments from that fire arise?
This in a night or two is past,
But that doth infinitely last:
In this, one member akes, no more,
In that all members o're and o're:
In this the body doth but smart,
In that the soul too bears her part.
Think then that this is all the hell
Which you shal feele, and you are wel.